Downstairs at the restaurant, a crowd had already gathered around Wan Sichao's body, pointing and whispering.
"Make way!"
"Move aside! Police!"
"Protect the scene! Contact the brigade immediately!"
Li Taibo barked out orders, his face dark.
Xu Dabing stood there in a daze, staring at the body helplessly.
Seeing that the dead man was Wan Sichao, Luo Haiting felt slightly relieved. But when she looked around and saw no sign of Dong Xuebin, her heart skipped a beat. Could it be Director Dong...? Luo Haiting pressed her lips together and, while no one was paying attention, hurried off to secretly call Dong Xuebin. But his phone was switched off. She called three times without getting through, and grew even more anxious.
There was an eighty percent chance Director Dong had done this!
What was she supposed to do? How could Xuebin do something so foolish?
But after thinking it over, Luo Haiting suddenly recalled Dong Xuebin's series of inexplicable instructions earlier. He had not seemed irrational at all. On the contrary, Little Dong had been frighteningly calm. This was... Xuebin's plan? A trap Xuebin had set?
Over there, the Criminal Investigation Brigade officers contacted their brigade and requested reinforcements.
Li Taibo did not bother with reporting up the chain. He directly called Cao Hai, a standing member of the Fenzhou City Municipal Party Committee and Director of the Public Security Bureau. "Director Cao, this is Li Taibo."
Cao Hai said flatly, "What is it?"
Li Taibo said heavily, "Director Wan, Wan Sichao... is dead."
"What?!" Cao Hai froze. "Say that again?"
"Wan Sichao is dead. He fell from Room 18 on the fourth floor of Liuyang Restaurant and died on the spot. The tables and chairs in the room had been moved, as though there had been a struggle. We