Lin Yechen was Shao Ke's spokesman. He went up and smoothed things over with a few words, and the banquet was drawing to a close.
Shao Ke took a sip of wine without letting go of Yan Ningke's hand.
Wen Shaoyu lit a cigarette and said, "We're almost done questioning the man you sent over. Someone did tell him to grease the tires and loosen some parts."
Shao Ke said nothing.
Wen Shaoyu continued, "He never saw who it was, either. They contacted him by phone and used a voice changer. We'll still have to trace that bank account."
He could handle the bloody work, but bank accounts were Shao Ke's domain.
Lin Yechen was right beside them. Hearing this, he got up and stepped aside to make a call.
A sharp, chilling edge stirred in Shao Ke's expression. Shao Yang and his family of three were certainly perpetrators, but they certainly weren't the only ones. What he wanted was a list of everyone involved.
Not a single one of them would escape.
There was no one else on the second floor now. Shao Ke took out his phone and made a call without any attempt at concealment.
"Add a little extra to Shao Yang's medication."
Wen Shaoyu raised his eyebrows. It seemed he really did intend to kill.
Shao Ke hung up briskly, rose, and took Yan Ningke's hand, saying his goodbyes. "We're leaving."
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the other two didn't try to keep him. They nodded to one another and went their separate ways.
Once outside, Wen Shaoyu turned toward the emergency stairwell. Si Yanzhuo deliberately teased him. "Want to keep the party going somewhere else?"
Normally, he would have been the first to agree.
Wen Shaoyu refused outright without stopping. "No."
Si