Under Li Nanchao's orders, Wang Bodan's corpse was cleaned up in no time—faster than someone caught in bed pulling up their pants.
The patch of ground stained with blood was swiftly scrubbed clean as well. Once covered by white snow, it looked as though nothing had ever happened. Anyone passing by would never know that someone had died there.
That night, Jiang Lili came to the academy with a funeral home vehicle and quietly transported the body away.
Afterward, Li Nanchao secretly convened a meeting, its purpose being to keep Wang Bodan's death tightly under wraps.
He especially employed certain measures to ensure that no media personnel could learn of it.
Li Nanchao held a love-hate attitude toward the media.
For instance, when he was in the limelight, he loved them to death. But now that he had to guard against them, it was like guarding against thieves.
During the confidentiality briefing, he had said that media reporters were like flies in a latrine—wherever there was even a whiff of fishiness, they immediately swarmed over it, fearless even in the face of death.
Obviously, protected by the law, even if reporters covered this matter, Li Nanchao had no overt means of dealing with them. But he still had ways to make an ordinary person vanish without a trace.
So his words were not particularly trustworthy, because there truly were not many negative news reports about Transcendents.
Not because there was genuinely so little to report, but because before overwhelming power, too few dared to report it.
So when it came to Transcendents, forget a little fishy smell—even if everything had already rotted and stunk to high heaven, few reporters would come asking questions.
The people's mouthpiece might as well just talk about the people's affairs.
Were all those entertainment gossip