The Patrol Brigade spent the entire morning investigating and collecting evidence.
Although they still hadn't figured out what had happened by the end, Wan Ling guessed that Feng Wanli had probably provoked someone he shouldn't have, and the other party had blown his head off.
Fishbone Temple was about to open.
Tacheng was now a melting pot of all sorts of people. Who knew how many experts had already secretly entered the city, keeping a low profile and concealing their identities while waiting for the right moment?
Feng Wanli was quite powerful, but he still hadn't reached the point of invincibility.
However, there was no way to continue investigating this matter.
They could only stop while they were ahead.
After hastily closing the case, the files were divided into three copies. One remained with the Tacheng Management Committee, one was sent back to the Capital City, and the last was delivered to Cold City. After all, on the surface, the only people the authorities could still rely on were those two Guangming Society experts.
Although they had stood by and watched twice in a row, what else could they do?
There was no reaction from the Capital City after receiving the news.
Cold City, however, finally gave a positive response. Of the two Guangming Society experts, the little old man named Jiang Song immediately set off for Tacheng after receiving the news. Just one hour later, he appeared in the Patrol Team's morgue.
He had fled in panic because of the Hanba incident not long ago, but a few days later, he didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest.
That was how it was with big shots.
Even if he felt embarrassed, he would never show it.
As long as he wasn't embarrassed, who would dare bring it up to his