Chapter 1353: Milan Fashion Show
On their first night in Milan, six or seven wealthy Asians met untimely deaths. Two of them had even been quite famous tycoons.
One died in a nightclub conflict over a woman with another white tycoon. A Black lackey of the white tycoon smashed a bottle of brandy over his head, and he went to meet God before he could even reach the hospital.
The other was older. He had gotten too carried away with two models that night and taken just a little too much of the mood-enhancing medicine. His heart could not hold on, so he simply passed away.
The other victims were relatives and friends of those two tycoons. Though they had died in different ways, the police's preliminary investigation showed that they had indeed all died in accidents.
As for why they had so coincidentally died on the same night...
"Who cares?"
The Milan police commissioner did not care in the slightest. He tossed the report to his subordinate. "Did they have deep connections with our legislators, the media, or the capital groups?"
The subordinate shook his head. "No."
"No connection? Then of course they died naturally," the commissioner said. "Even if their deaths were no coincidence, even if they were accidents carefully arranged by an assassin organization hired by their enemies, so what? On the surface, they all died in accidents. Only the timing of their deaths was too coincidental, but coincidence cannot serve as evidence.
We are a country ruled by law. What we value is evidence and procedural justice.
So, since no one is coming to make trouble for us, pressure us, or demand that we do more, why should we go looking for trouble?"
"So they died in accidents?"
"Of course they died in accidents. Milan is