Shen Li had been paying close attention to the news for the past few days, mainly to find out how the Jian Hao case was progressing. The Jian Hao that no one should ever provoke, according to Dongfang, was now at odds with someone to the point of going to court. What would be the outcome?
Would some mysterious person intervene and smooth things over? Or, just as Dongfang said, would the people who offended Jian Hao end up dead?
As a result, Fatty Cheng died, his body dismembered into eighteen pieces, and then reassembled together like an artwork, except for that face, which bore an expression of absolute horror.
"How could this happen..." Shen Li murmured to herself, her entire being stunned.
The written description was straightforward—Fatty Cheng had died and likely was still alive when he was dismembered. Then, Fatty Cheng's villa in America burned to the ground, and thirty-seven people, including the maids, didn't make it out, all perishing in the fire.
