After finishing the appearance adjustment, Fu Qian carefully inspected Che Shunyong's remains.
Unfortunately, after transforming earlier, the man's clothes had basically turned into a pile of rags. There weren't any useful clues to be found.
The same went for the entire office.
Fu Qian even carefully checked the individual workstations and discovered that Che Shunyong really had only been using a bunch of people as actors.
For example, the phone on the desk wasn't even connected to a line, and the notes were nothing but meaningless scribbles made by the group.
It seemed he wouldn't find any clues here.
Fu Qian had been prepared for that, so he wasn't too disappointed.
He found a mirror and took a look. In his current clothes, he could pass for the man without the slightest incongruity.
The only problem was that his build hadn't been adjusted accordingly, so there was still some difference between him and Che Shunyong.
This wasn't a mistake. Fu Qian had deliberately left the discrepancy, and in fact, he had no intention of making any further adjustments.
Think about it: if someone had just transformed from an ordinary person into a transcendent, it would be more reasonable for their appearance to have changed somewhat.
If their appearance were completely identical, but their auras were worlds apart, that would be more likely to arouse suspicion.
After briefly dealing with Che Shunyong's mutated corpse, Fu Qian left the place without a sound.
He didn't take any special measures to cover up what had happened there. He was sure it wouldn't be long before someone discovered it.
From this moment on, he was Che Shunyong, the midnight capitalist.
And putting himself in the man's shoes, the first things he needed to do now seemed to be celebrate and run.
So when Fu