Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 141 - 57: Undercurrents

"Hoo..."

Putting down the diary, Fang Zheng exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

"No wonder Fuhong Steel Factory is being restructured; the rot goes deep to the bone. Almost the entire leadership of this large group is looking out for their own interests."

"Those who actually work hard are in the minority."

Shaking his head lightly as he spoke.

Compared to Pan Zi's USB drive, what Lin Qing left with the twin sisters was even more serious, and the revelations were alarming.

Selling company assets secretly was the least of it.

Some things were even more terrifying.

Such as:

In recent years, some projects Fuhong took over secretly used inferior materials as substitutes, cut corners, and deceived the powers that be.

To seek high profits, they allowed substandard products to enter the market.

...

Most of the products from Fuhong Steel Factory are steel used in construction related to life and property safety. Can such things really be passed off as genuine?

Several years ago, a certain building under construction suddenly collapsed, causing several deaths precisely because of this.

Damn!

"These people all deserve to be shot!"

Fang Zheng cursed angrily but then shook his head helplessly:

"However..."

"There's nothing related to Zhang Yongfeng."

Since it didn't involve Zhang Yongfeng, naturally there wouldn't be anything related to Shi Xin either. This made Fang Zheng doubt whether his suspicions were accurate.

Shi Xin's death might really have nothing to do with them.

No wonder the Public Security Bureau has such a hard time solving cases.

Without specific clues, they are like headless flies bumping around blindly, afraid solving the case would rely entirely on luck.

Closing the diary, Fang Zheng spoke slowly:

"Before anything happens to that pair of twins, let's head to the last house."

...

Unlike Pan Zi and Lin Qing, Su Weijun's residence was much more understated, in an old neighborhood without even an elevator installed.

The environment of the neighborhood was average, and property management was even worse, with a pile of garbage downstairs that should have been disposed of, emitting a stench.

If anyone had a bit of money, they would leave here.

At first glance, Su Weijun seemed to be one of the few upright leaders in the Fuhong Group; his reputation was indeed relatively good.

Hard to imagine.

In secret, the cultured and refined Su Weijun turned out to be the ringleader of those parasites.

The things he had a hand in were enough to warrant execution ten times over, proving once again that looks can be deceiving.

"Ding dong..."

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Xiao Wu." Fang Zheng pressed down on his baseball cap, hiding his face from any possible camera shots, as usual:

"Brother Su sent me to pick up something."

"Oh."

The door opened, and a beautiful woman with distinct features appeared. Her height of nearly 1.7 meters plus high heels exceeded that of many adult men.

Her figure was quite stunning.

Heh...

Fang Zheng chuckled lightly.

A beauty with such an extraordinary appearance and figure is usually hard to encounter outside, yet today, he had run into them repeatedly.

Could it be that beautiful women are all monopolized by bad guys?

Upon recalling what he had read in the diary and connecting it to the stunning beauty before him, Fang Zheng shook his head.

Beauty,

does not necessarily mean discerning eyes.

Or perhaps, as long as there is money, character doesn't matter to them.

"I haven't seen you before." The beautiful woman scrutinized Fang Zheng, frowning slightly:

"What's your name?"

"Wu Hai." Fang Zheng steadied himself, silently operating the Mind Confusion Technique, letting the Power of the Divine Soul influence the beautiful woman before him through his eyes and voice:

"Brother Su sent me to pick up something; he didn't say what, just mentioned it was something very important, and that you would know where it's kept."

"Is that so?"

The beautiful woman looked puzzled, thought for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Wait a moment."

"Okay." Fang Zheng smiled lightly, stepping forward to follow the woman into the living room.

This neighborhood was more than twenty years old, and by today's standards, its layout was quite unreasonable, with no emphasis on north-south transparency.

The furnishings,

were equally ordinary.

There was no sign that the owner secretly controlled a substantial parasitic group.

The beautiful woman ignored Fang Zheng who was behind her, went straight into the bedroom, paused in thought, then groped under the drawer beside the bed.

As she withdrew her hand, there was an object in her palm.

A gun!

"What did you just say your name was?" Using her body as a shield, the beautiful woman quietly unlocked the safety on the pistol, adjusting her stance slowly:

"Wu Hai?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:

"I haven't been with Brother Su for long."

"I can tell." The beautiful woman laughed coquettishly, using the laughter to distract, then suddenly twisted her body, pointing the pistol behind her:

"You..."

?

Before her, there was no one.

"A gun?"

Fang Zheng's voice emerged from behind the beautiful woman. Reaching forward, he wrapped his arm around her waist while pressing down on the finger holding the gun:

"Sister-in-law, this thing is too dangerous, let me keep it."

With just a light effort, the woman could no longer hold on, and the pistol was easily taken away.

"You..."

The beautiful woman's expression changed drastically, biting her lip fiercely:

"Who are you, really?"

"Old Su won't let you off!"

"There's no need for you to worry about that, sister-in-law." Fang Zheng toyed with the pistol briefly, then casually tucked it inside his jacket while pulling out his phone and turning it on.

"Does sister-in-law know about the pair of twins Lin Qing keeps at home?"

He said, opening the photo album.

The first few pictures were of the twins' earlier predicament.

Fang Zheng shook the phone lightly:

"If you don't want to end up like those twins, it would be best to hand over what I want; otherwise..."

"Heh heh..."

What was that ghastly sound?

Fang Zheng suddenly shut his mouth, pinching the beautiful woman's jaw with one hand, his eyes flashing with cold light:

"Speak!"

"Where is it?"

Mind Confusion Technique!

The woman's strong resolve was beyond his expectations.

If he hadn't reacted in time after sensing something was wrong earlier, he might have indeed been in danger today; even he couldn't risk handling a pistol.