The man was covered in blood, looking absolutely terrifying.
Chu Youwei hurriedly hid behind Jiang Xu.
The man bowed slightly to Jiang Xu, "Boss, he's dead."
Chu Youwei's face turned pale.
The dead one must be Xiao Jibo.
He died in his own home.
That... Jiang Xu wouldn't be in any trouble, would he?
"Mmm," Jiang Xu looked as composed as always, "Is it 'embraced' (homophone)?"
The man nodded.
"Hard work," said Jiang Xu, "You committed manslaughter, and there's surveillance footage as evidence.
I'll hire the best legal team in the country to defend you.
Even in the worst-case scenario, you're looking at three years.
A 'bonus' of one hundred million yuan will be transferred into your account shortly, taxes taken care of."
A flame of eagerness flickered in the man's eyes.
To earn a hundred million yuan in three years was something countless people would clamor for a chance at.
And that was the worst-case scenario; in reality, there was a good chance he'd be acquitted.
