Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Qi Gets Suspected, Master Jing the Old Rogue
Jason Lynch pushed him away, clutching his stomach as he quickly entered the convenience store.
Watching the police replay the surveillance footage, there was simply no one else appearing besides them and the people refueling.
Impossible, how could this be.
Unwilling to give up, he played it again, but the result was the same.
Suddenly.
He remembered what Dane Song said about the hacker, and couldn’t help but speak hurriedly, "Someone must have hacked the surveillance and deleted the footage."
Zhang Yuhan frowned and replied, "No, we checked the computer, and there’s no sign of hacking."
"Then your people are incompetent. I don’t care. You must catch that person for me today."
Jason Lynch cursed in anger; the ledger that person took away felt like a sword hanging over his head, uncertain when it would fall.
A few young officers looked sullen at his words. If he looked down on them so much, why bother calling the police? He should solve it himself.
Zhang Yuhan forced a smile without any affection, "Since you think our people are useless, then what about those you brought?"
With that, he turned around and started giving orders.
"I’m going to make sure your boss punishes you. Let’s go."
Filled with anger, Jason Lynch threw down a parting shot and left with his people.
"I’ll be waiting for that punishment," Zhang Yuhan replied lightly, not taking his threat seriously at all.
Once their figures disappeared, a girl couldn’t help but smirk, "He really thinks he’s some big shot. Doesn’t he know arrogance invites disaster?"
"Exactly. If he looks down on us so much, he shouldn’t have called the police."
"Alright," Zhang Yuhan smiled, "Let’s quickly see if there are any other clues, like fingerprints."
After everyone thoroughly searched the gas station, they found no clues, not even a strand of hair, let alone fingerprints.
After hearing his subordinates’ reports, Zhang Yuhan fell into thought. The fact that Director Lin drove from downtown to the suburbs for gas was already suspicious, and their description involved a girl.
If it’s true, then why did the girl specifically target Director Lin?
Burying his doubts, he waved his hand, "Take the surveillance tapes back and let the guys pack it up."
...
"Tsk tsk, how many troubles keep cropping up in this little Bayne City,"
Mason Quinn casually remarked upon hearing Charles Jordan’s report.
First, the scandal at the Yang household, and now a director getting assaulted at a gas station. It’s livelier than the Capital City.
"Have you found out who did it?" Caleb Green asked calmly.
Charles Jordan shook his head, recalling what was said at the police station, causing him to cringe.
"No, the scene is particularly clean, a group of people searched for ages without finding a single fingerprint."
After listening.
Mason Quinn became interested, "Wow, that person has quite the anti-detection skills."
As they chatted, a man sat on the side with his eyes half-closed, lost in thought.
"Julian, what do you think?"
George Xyler, noticing the man’s silence, couldn’t help but ask his opinion.
Just then.
The door opened, and Claire Green looked at the few people in the living room with dark eyes, pulling her hat lower as she passed by them and went upstairs directly.
After a moment.
Charles Jordan spoke in surprise, "If I’m not mistaken, doesn’t Miss Green have bloodstains on her clothes?"
Having followed Julian for so long, he was sure that wasn’t Claire’s blood—that kind of splattered blood generally belonged to someone else.
"What’s up with her?" Mason Quinn’s expression turned serious, "The smell of blood is so strong on her."
Suddenly.
The previously silent man got up and went upstairs, the low pressure surrounding him causing Mason and the others to look at each other in disbelief.
Watching the stairway, George Xyler suddenly thought of something, his expression turning odd.
"I have a theory."
"I have a theory."
Two voices spoke simultaneously.
Caleb Green and George Xyler exchanged glances, realizing they were on the same page.
Mason Quinn, a bit slow on the uptake, suddenly realized, connecting it to what happened that night, and said softly, "Could the gas station incident be Miss Green’s doing?"
"That possibility can’t be ruled out."
Charles Jordan asked his doubt, "If it were Miss Green, then what reason would there be?"
Miss Green wasn’t the type to start trouble, so if she really was behind the gas station incident, the reason had to be significant.
The three sighed, "We’ll have to ask her in detail."
...
Julian Sia sat in the girl’s room, his eyes deep with unclear emotions as he looked at the bag just an arm’s length away.
Claire Green came out of the bathroom, drying her hair, with no surprise at seeing the man in her room. She spoke indifferently.
"Brother, it’s not gentlemanly to come into my room in the dead of night without my permission."
She stood by the window, looking at the pitch-black night outside, her calm eyes as serene as still water.
Suddenly.
A pair of cold hands took the towel from her hand and began to wipe it slowly.
Neither spoke, and the atmosphere became delicate.
"A-Jin, is there nothing you want to tell me?"
Finally, Julian Sia broke the silence, his deep voice sounding somewhat hoarse at the moment.
"What do you want to hear?" The girl’s voice was low, tinged with an inexplicable indifference. "Haven’t you already guessed?"
His movements paused, then he whispered in her ear, "A-Jin, from now on, if there’s anything that needs to be done, just have Charles Jordan do it."
Claire Green’s eyes flickered with emotion but remained silent.
She thought he would continue asking about the surveillance, but he didn’t.
"Are you hurt?" Julian Sia threw the towel aside and lifted her hand from behind her to inspect it carefully.
Their current posture almost resembled that of a couple embracing, filled with ambiguity.
"No." Claire Green replied softly.
Another silence followed.
Julian Sia looked at their reflection in the glass, a fleeting, unreadable emotion passing through his eyes.
"A-Jin, get some rest early."
Listening to the sound of his departing footsteps, Claire Green’s eyelashes trembled lightly, as she looked down at her hands, the feeling of loathing spreading rapidly.
Actually, she quite detested blood, yet perhaps due to the influences of a past life, there was an inexplicable thrill she felt towards it.
Immersed in her thoughts, she didn’t notice that the man who had left earlier had returned.
Looking at the girl before him, Julian Sia felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, covering her hand with his larger one and then slowly tightening his grip.
"A-Jin."
With just those two words, she could hear the underlying concern.
She smiled slightly, turning to meet his eyes, "Brother, weren’t you leaving? Or do you think my room is better?"
Staring at her for a while, Julian Sia’s gaze flickered, and under her watchful eyes, he slowly lowered his head until there was only a finger’s length between them.
He spoke with a husky, teasing tone, "Indeed better, with warm fragrance it is much better than sleepless nights. So, A-Jin, will you consider letting me stay the night?"
Finally.
He deliberately curved his lips, revealing a stunning smile like a blooming snow lotus, enticing and captivating.
Claire Green: "..."
How did she forget how shameless this man could be compared to herself?
Who talks about warm fragrance and embrace?
Old rascal.
Seeing the girl relax, Julian Sia stopped teasing her, gently tousling her hair, "Go to sleep, if you find you can’t, my room can accommodate you, A-Jin."
"Thanks for the offer, brother," Claire Green pulled her lips into a smile, "Farewell, no need to see you out."