Chapter 449: Chapter 449 Mr. Wen
Rumble.
Above the commercial center of the city, dark clouds loomed, enveloping the sky, accompanied by rolling thunder. The world turned gloomy, and a storm was about to break.
At the plaza in front of the Golden Dragon Building, dozens of luxury cars arrived in quick succession. With abrupt stops, the tires screeched against the ground: screech, screech, screech—
From the cars emerged bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, tall and imposing. The presence of fifty or sixty bodyguards immediately overwhelmed the scene, startling the citizens shopping around the commercial center and keeping them at a distance.
From a Rolls-Royce stepped out Wen Yaoting, his face pale and brows furrowed.
Since receiving the shocking news that his son, Wen Xiaojun, had died in an underground fight club, he had quickly mobilized all the elite bodyguards the Wen family could muster and rushed to the Golden Dragon Building.
Gazing at the darkening sky, Wen Yaoting felt his mood become even more oppressive and bleak.
Just then, the humming sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades came from the sky.
A helicopter flew towards the plaza in front of the Golden Dragon Building.
To ensure a safe landing for the helicopter, dozens of bodyguards drove everyone off the plaza.
Amid the curious gazes of many onlookers, a military-green helicopter landed in the plaza.
Wen Yaoting, leading the bodyguards, immediately approached.
As the cabin door opened, an elderly man in his seventies stepped out.
The old man had graying hair and wore a military-green Zhongshan suit. Wen Yaoting reached out to support him as he disembarked from the helicopter.
This elderly man, dressed in a green military-style Zhongshan suit, was none other than Mr. Wen.
A figure of considerable influence in the military circles of Shencheng.
As soon as he got off the helicopter, Mr. Wen whispered in Wen Yaoting’s ear, “Yaoting, where is Xiaojun’s body?”
Although the helicopter blades were deafening, the old man’s voice could still be heard clearly, full of vigor.
“Dad, Xiaojun’s body is in the underground fight club,” Wen Yaoting shouted, but his voice was still drowned out by the helicopter blades.
Mr. Wen nodded, “Let’s go there.”
Then, the father and son, escorted by bodyguards, walked toward the Golden Dragon Building.
The underground fight club.
The scene was completely preserved, without any changes.
Wen Xiaojun lay dead in front of the steel cage, and inside the cage was Master Zhu Liu.
“Let me out, bastards! I’m going to kill you all!” Master Zhu Liu shouted and raved in the cage like a mad dog.
Wang Yan and over a dozen police officers stood unmoved, watching Master Zhu Liu inside the cage.
Wang Yan, after reviewing surveillance footage, already knew that Master Zhu Liu had been knocked out by Lin Fei and locked in the cage.
Seeing the arrogant Master Zhu Liu, Wang Yan felt displeased, and so did the other police officers.
Others became orderly upon seeing the police, but Master Zhu Liu brazenly threatened to kill them.
Even as police officers, this was intolerable to them as it would be to ordinary people.
Were it not for Mr. Wen’s orders to wait for his arrival before making an arrest, Wang Yan would have already had this arrogant murderer captured.
Ding, the elevator door opened, and Wang Yan immediately straightened, putting on a serious face and looking over.
Mr. Wen and Wen Yaoting emerged, followed by the bodyguards.
“Mr. Wen, you’re here!” Wang Yan immediately approached, speaking respectfully and somewhat pitiably to Mr. Wen, “I’m sorry I’m late. Xiaojun, he…”
After saying this, Wang Yan feigned wiping his eyes as though he were deeply moved.
Mr. Wen’s gaze, however, remained fixed on the body of Wen Xiaojun, lying in a pool of blood in front of the steel cage.
His face darkened, eyes welling up with tears of anger and hatred.
“Wang Yan, this is not your fault…” Then, with heavy steps, he moved forward to Wen Xiaojun’s body, while Wen Yaoting, pale and trembling, followed his father.
Wang Yan silently trailed the Wen father and son.
Mr. Wen halted beside Wen Xiaojun’s body.
Mr. Wen looked at the blood-soaked Wen Xiaojun and asked coldly, “Wang Yan, who killed my grandson?”
Wang Yan immediately pointed to Master Zhu Liu in the steel cage, saying, “It was him who killed Xiaojun!”
Mr. Wen slowly lifted his gaze, eyes piercing, looking at Master Zhu Liu in the cage.
Upon seeing Master Zhu Liu in the cage, he was taken aback.
“Zhu Liu!…” Mr. Wen exclaimed.
As Wang Yan stood before Mr. Wen, not daring to breathe loudly, he noticed Master Zhu Liu stood in the cage with his arms crossed, fearlessly facing this elder of considerable military rank.
“Master Zhu Liu, how dare you show such insolence in front of Commander Wen?” Wang Yan immediately reprimanded Zhu Liu in the cage.
“Heh, considering you called me Master Liu, I won’t argue with you. But shout at me again, and I can ensure Mr. Wen will have you removed as chief immediately.” Master Zhu Liu’s arrogant demeanor remained unchecked.
A murderer daring to threaten him, a dignified chief, made Wang Yan furious, ready to reprimand Zhu Liu again.
Mr. Wen, however, spoke, “Wang Yan, no more words.”
Wang Yan looked at Mr. Wen in shock. Zhu Liu, being the murderer of Wen Xiaojun, why did Mr. Wen still want to protect him?
Mr. Wen looked at Zhu Liu in the cage and asked in a deep voice, “Zhu Liu, why did you kill my grandson?”
Master Zhu Liu, without a hint of remorse, said, “I merely asked your grandson for a beauty, but he ambushed me. Had I not been wearing the Golden Silk Armor, I might have died at your grandson’s hands.”
Mr. Wen then turned to Wang Yan, inquiring, “Is this true?”
He believed that Wang Yan must have reviewed the surveillance footage and knew the truth.
Wang Yan could only reply truthfully, “Indeed, the surveillance footage shows Xiaojun stabbed at him with a dagger.”
Mr. Wen’s brows furrowed as he looked at Master Zhu Liu, saying, “Zhu Liu, my sworn father and I have had a long-standing friendship. Why couldn’t you spare my grandson?”
Master Zhu Liu snorted, saying, “Wen Bozhong, you claim a long-standing friendship with my godfather, yet your grandson still tried to ambush me. If my godfather learned of this, he would not spare you.”
Wang Yan was astounded. Had Zhu Liu really lost all sense of propriety?
Who didn’t know the prominent standing of Mr. Wen in the Shencheng military? How could Zhu Liu dare to threaten him?
Mr. Wen’s face turned cold, anger sparking in his eyes.
However, though he harbored deep resentment and wished to tear Zhu Liu apart, the power behind Zhu Liu’s godfather extinguished his inner fury.
“Wang Yan, open the cage and release him,” Mr. Wen ordered Wang Yan sternly.
Wang Yan could hardly believe his ears, pointing at Master Zhu Liu in the cage, asking, “Release him?”
“Yes, release him immediately.” Mr. Wen spoke with a hint of anger.
Wang Yan quickly came to his senses, acknowledged, and immediately took out the keys to unlock the cage.
Master Zhu Liu walked out of the cage and addressed Mr. Wen, “Mr. Wen, in light of your sincere gesture today, I will let this matter slide and not inform my godfather.”
After speaking, Master Zhu Liu dusted off his clothes and left amidst the astonished glances of Wang Yan and the other officers.