novelaction Chapter 115: Is Master Huang forcing me to confess my guilt?
Chapter 115: Is Master Huang forcing me to confess my guilt?
In a shabby teahouse on Bolan Street, Liang Kun was leisurely sipping tea, enjoying the rare tranquility. However, this tranquility was soon broken by a burst of hurried footsteps.
"Brother Kun, Brother Kun!" Sha Qiang rushed into the teahouse panting, his face full of anxiety.
Liang Kun raised his head, frowning slightly: "What's wrong, Sha Qiang? Why are you so flustered?"
Sha Qiang swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Kun, something terrible has happened! Lei Gong, the leader of the Sanlian Gang, he... he's dead!"
"What?!" Liang Kun stood up suddenly, dropping the teacup in his hand, spilling the tea all over the floor. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "You...what did you say? Lei Gong is dead?"
Sha Qiang nodded and confirmed again, "That's right, Brother Kun. I just got news from my informant that Lei Gong was assassinated by unknown persons in Wan Chai. Now the whole martial arts world is in an uproar."
Liang Kun stood there in shock, his mind blank. He recalled his previous transaction with Liu Hao, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Liang Kun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He knew in his heart that he had now become the biggest suspect in the murder of Lei Gong.
However, he did not directly participate in the assassination, but only agreed to Liu Hao to draw out the thunder power to delay time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel angry and helpless.
"Let's go and continue to Bolan Street." Liang Kun suddenly said, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"Ah? Brother Kun, where are you going?" Sha Qiang was stunned and didn't understand what Liang Kun meant.
"Go and create an alibi." Liang Kun said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Sha Qiang's eyes flashed with admiration. He knew Liang Kun's methods and wisdom well, and believed that he would be able to come up with a way to deal with this crisis. So, he nodded and followed Liang Kun out of the teahouse.
Meanwhile, in her room at the Oceanus five-star hotel, Ding Yao lay slumped in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had just woken from a nightmare, her heart filled with anxiety and fear. When she heard the news of Lei Gong's death, she was so shocked she was speechless.
"This... How is this possible?" Ding Yao muttered to herself, her face full of disbelief. Although she knew Liu Hao was capable, she had never expected him to defeat Lei Gong so quickly.
At this moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, and Ding Yao trembled violently. She paused for a moment before slowly pressing the answer button.
"Hello?" Her voice was trembling.
A deep voice came from the other end of the line: "Ms. Ding, I'm from the Sanlian Gang. Boss Lei... he's been killed."
Hearing this, Ding Yao felt a chill run from her feet to her head. Trying to remain calm, she asked, "When did this happen? Where did it happen?"
The other party was silent for a moment, then said, "Just now, in Wan Chai. The specific circumstances are still under investigation."
After Ding Yao hung up the phone, she closed her eyes and the cold and ruthless face of Liu Hao appeared in her mind. She knew that all this was Liu Hao's doing.
But what could she do now? There was nothing she could do except wait and pray.
The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, Ding Yao finally came to her senses. She washed up briefly, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat by the window, lost in thought.
She looked out the window at the bustling streets of Hong Kong, but her heart was dead silent.
"Liu Hao, what on earth do you want to do?" Ding Yao muttered to herself, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
At the same time, the news of Lei Gong's death quickly spread throughout Hong Kong and Taiwan. People in the underworld were discussing it, surprised and puzzled by the high death rate of Longtou.
They don't understand why these once powerful leaders have met with misfortunes one after another.
In the lobby of East Star headquarters, Luo Tuo sat on a sofa, lost in thought. He had heard the news of Lei Gong's death, and a sense of foreboding had welled up in his heart. He suspected Liu Hao was involved, but he wasn't sure. After all, Liu Hao's methods were too strange and cruel.
"Could it be... related to him again?" Luo Tuo muttered to himself, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. He knew Liu Hao's strength and ambition well, and worried that he might become a formidable rival in the future.
When Ding Yao returned to the Sanlian Gang, he saw that the mourning hall had already been set up.
The black and white arrangement was solemn and dignified, with flowers and candlesticks emitting a faint fragrance. A large eight-immortal table was placed in the center, upon which was enshrined the portrait of Lei Gong.
Ding Yao knelt down gently, tears welling up in her red and swollen eyes. Her heart was filled with grief and anger, but she also knew that she had to be strong to face all this.
Meanwhile, the various hall masters and elders also arrived at the mourning hall to pay their respects. However, they each harbored their own agenda, their sights fixed on the position of gang leader. They knew that Lei Gong's death would plunge the Sanlian Gang into a fierce power struggle.
Huang Gou, the leader of the Xinbei Hall, is one of them.
He had always coveted the position of gang leader, but had simply never had the chance. Now that Lei Gong was dead, he felt his chance had finally arrived. So he began to gather information, trying to find any flaws or leverage against Ding Yao.
When Huang Gou saw Ding Yao kneeling and crying in front of the mourning hall, he couldn't help but feel contempt for her. He thought Ding Yao was just a vase and not worth worrying about. So he decided to take the opportunity to question and provoke Ding Yao.
"Miss Ding," the yellow dog said as he approached Ding Yao. "I've always respected you greatly. But today, I'd like to ask you: what exactly caused Boss Lei's death? Who was the murderer? And how did you manage to escape unscathed?"
Ding Yao raised her head upon hearing this and looked at the yellow dog with cold eyes.
She understood the yellow dog's intentions and provocation, but she did not show any panic or anxiety.
Instead, she wiped her tears calmly and said, "Master Huang, are you doubting me? I... I don't know what's going on. Not long after I arrived at the hotel, Mr. Lei said he was going to the Hongxing headquarters. Then he took A-long and the others out. I was tired from the journey, so I went to bed early. It wasn't until I received a call from the Hong Kong office of the Triple Gang in the early morning that I learned that Mr. Lei had... been murdered."
Hearing this, the yellow dog sneered and said, "Miss Ding, are you trying to shirk responsibility? To put it bluntly, there's no evidence. Including the driver, there were six people there in total. Now you're the only one left, so of course you can say whatever you want."
Ding Yao smiled slightly and said, "Master Huang, are you trying to force me to confess? If you insist on thinking so, then you should produce evidence to prove that I did it, instead of asking me to prove that I didn't do it."
Huang Gou was speechless after being confronted by Ding Yao. He hadn't expected Ding Yao to respond so calmly and intelligently to his provocation. A wave of anger and humiliation welled up in him. But he also knew he had no solid evidence to accuse Ding Yao. So, he could only shut up in frustration.
Just then, Lei Fuhong walked into the mourning hall.
He was Lei Gong's only son and one of the future heirs of the Sanlian Gang. He wore a black suit, a faint look of sadness on his face. He walked to Lei Gong's portrait, bowed deeply, and then began to look around.
When he saw Ding Yao and the yellow dog confronting each other, he couldn't help but feel curious. He knew that Ding Yao was his father's lover, and he also knew that she had always been loved and trusted by his father.
But he didn't know where Ding Yao was and what she was doing when her father was murdered.
So he decided to rescue Ding Yao and take the opportunity to find out the situation.
"Everyone," Lei Fuhong said, "I'm sure you're all as grief-stricken as I am by my father's sudden passing. But we must be reasonable in everything we do. We can't let grief cause us to lose our reason and judgment."
After he finished speaking, he walked over to Ding Yao, patted her shoulder gently, and said, "Sister Ding, you have taken care of my father for many years. You personally take care of everything from food, clothing, housing, and transportation. I believe that the gratitude between them should be obvious to everyone without further explanation. Moreover, how could a weak woman like her, who doesn't fight for power or profit, do anything to harm my father?"
Huang Gou's face changed when he heard this. He hadn't expected Lei Fuhong to trust Ding Yao so much and help her out.
He couldn't help but feel jealous and unwilling.
But he also understood that he could not compete with Lei Fuhong now.
So he could only shut his mouth in disappointment.