Li Yan stood in front of Xue Wenhai's corpse and made a phone call.
On the elevated highway opposite the funeral home.
"Is it done?"
Cha Xiaodao, sitting in a Zhongxing Baode company sedan, propped his arm on the steering wheel, looking toward the direction of the funeral home. He asked Li Yan on the phone.
"I need your help, drive over here."
"Okay."
Cha Xiaodao had already taken a boat back to Hong Kong from Kaohsiung in the evening, but Li Yan did not let Cha Xiaodao join him in dealing with Xue Wenhai. Instead, he had him provide support from the sidelines.
After hanging up the phone, Li Yan walked over to Qian Wu:
"Mr. Wu, let me handle the rest. It would be hard for you to explain if the police found Xue Wenhai dead here under mysterious circumstances."
