Wang Zhi stammered, unable to get a word out for a moment.
Many of the managers of the Wangzhi Medicine Guild also saw this, their expressions somewhat bewildered.
Only a handful had shifty eyes, clearly having known the inside story all along.
"Lord Xu, surely this fire oil should be enough to let us investigate the two cases together?"
Yang Ling cupped his hands.
A hint of amusement appeared in Zhao Qing's eyes.
"My answer remains the same. The conditions for combining the cases have not been met."
Xu Wenjun said mildly:
"You say you personally saw the Blood-Handed Scholar walk out of the Wangzhi Medicine Guild.
"But you have no evidence for that statement, no witnesses. Under the Iron Clothes Department's rules, it does not hold up."
"As for this fire oil found at the Wangzhi Medicine Guild, it is indeed very suspicious. It can be investigated separately to see whether the deaths of those refugees were connected to it."
"Hong Ruohai."
"Present."
"You will investigate this case. Seal this fire oil here on the spot. No one is to approach it."
"Yes."
Hong Ruohai accepted the order, then began driving Zhao Qing and the others away with several colleagues.
Zhao Qing, Yun Ruo, and the others truly had not expected Xu Wenjun to remain so adamant even after things had reached this point.
Could this really be a spoiled scion? Could he have deliberately let Ming Xin escape back then?
Yang Ling knew that if Hong Ruohai and his men took over this case,
then in a few days, the fire oil here would mysteriously disappear, leaving countless empty barrels.
When that happened, Xu Wenjun could offer a few casual excuses, and the Wangzhi Medicine Guild would get off the hook.
Did he have any way to refuse