That night.
While Lin Chu was discussing a deal with Yuan Fang at the Amber Restaurant...
At the Yanghe Hospital morgue, Kang Hao stood at the entrance with a few men.
Peering through the glass window at the frozen corpse, every man wore a solemn expression.
One man's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Zhuang Yingcheng was a core member of the United Youth Association. At the same time, he had raised nearly four billion from other members and their families within the association.
His death had truly caught everyone off guard.
Emotionally, losing a friend was genuinely painful.
Logically, what was to be done about the money?
"Brothers, someone should go in and take a look. Since we're already here... to put it bluntly but objectively, we first need to confirm he's really dead, not faking it to run off with the money."
"Our families are waiting for us to report back."
