Wan Delu was dragged out from among the rescued survivors as if he were a prisoner being escorted away. Though he had no idea what crime he had committed, he immediately realized that his situation was far from good. He was even wearing handcuffs, and the special personnel beside him were armed with live ammunition.
It seemed that if he tried to run, they would shoot him dead without hesitation.
This definitely was not something as simple as his company evading taxes, much less one of his hotels failing a sanitation inspection and making someone sick. It had to be something far more serious.
He was so nervous that his legs were trembling.
Wan Delu felt as though he were being led to the execution ground. Even the haunting on the plane had not left him this desperate.
"I know. It must be those things that caused the problem." Halfway there, he saw a group of people gathered around his suitcase beneath the sunshade and immediately realized where he had gone wrong.
Those antiques were a problem.
Wan Delu could not help recalling the haunting aboard the plane.
Perhaps the problem had been with that antique horse.
Could some of the antiques have been excavated from ancient tombs and contaminated with something unclean, causing the plane to be haunted?
If that was the case, Wan Delu knew he was finished.
Even if he was not executed, he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
It was over. Everything was over. Wan Delu looked as though his entire family had died. His legs had gone weak as he walked, and if the special personnel beside him had not been holding him up, he would have collapsed to the ground.
"Did you bring this thing onto the plane?" Chen Yi,