Soul Patch

Chapter 217 Who is afraid of whom?
Faced with Zhang Meng's questioning, Wenjie remained silent for a moment.

Yes, in this case of Li Shiman's murder, five patch carriers were involved. Two died in the system, and the other two also met with misfortune one after another.

Liu Qingqing definitely died by poisoning; there's a police announcement to prove it, leaving no room for doubt.

Zhang Zhipeng's neck was slit by a sharp blade, severing his carotid artery. He's probably... doomed.

Zhang Meng knew he was involved with both Liu Qingqing and Zhang Zhipeng, and since both of them had gotten into trouble one after the other, even a fool could see he was in trouble...

Besides, Zhang Meng isn't stupid.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat: "It's nothing..."

With one hand on the steering wheel, he reached into his pocket with the other, pulled out a cigarette case and lighter, lit a cigarette, and silently puffed out smoke.

As the burning nicotine gradually slid into his mouth, the chaotic thoughts in his mind gradually cooled down, and a wisp of white smoke exhaled from his nostrils.

Crime is not as blatant as it seems!
Sometimes, the act of ruthlessly silencing witnesses is precisely what indicates they left behind fatal clues.

He looked at the swirling smoke in front of him, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

Zhang Meng seemed to hear the sound of a lighter being slid across the screen on the other end of the phone. She narrowed her eyes and tentatively asked, "Are you smoking?"

"Um……"

Wenjie was a little surprised that the lawyer representing Huahai Company knew so much about him.

Zhang Meng was also very surprised. This was the first time she had met this young master of the Wen family. She felt that he was very different from the rumors circulating outside. This young master of the Wen family was very knowledgeable about business operations and those shady dealings.

What's even more remarkable is that he remained so calm when faced with things that are difficult for ordinary people to accept, such as murder and poisoning.

Today, her assistant sent her a message with Zhang Zhipeng's ID information, indicating that he had made an emergency appointment. She was quite surprised.

Because just an hour or two ago, she had sent Zhang Zhipeng's address to this young master Wen.

Feeling quite uneasy, she got Wenjie's phone number from Xiao Wang's driver and dialed it.

She noticed that this young master Wen was acting as if nothing was wrong, calmly talking on the phone while listening to the navigation prompts coming from the phone from time to time... This guy was still driving!
Young Master Wen was driving, talking on the phone, and casually smoking!
As a seasoned lawyer in the industry, she panicked at that moment.

This made her even more interested in this mysterious young master Wen. When a lawyer becomes interested in someone, what he does is simple and brutal: investigate him, investigate him, and investigate him to the end.

"Are you... alright?" Zhang Meng heard Wenjie hum in response and didn't press further. "As my legal counsel, feel free to contact me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you! I'm driving, I'll hang up now." Wenjie answered the phone on speakerphone and didn't hang up immediately after speaking.

As they waited for Zhang Meng to hang up, the receiver emitted a busy tone, and the call interface automatically switched.

Wenjie was in no mood to talk to Zhang Meng on the phone right now. He noticed a car following him for several blocks in his rearview mirror.

Come on! I was just looking for this group!

Wenjie deliberately slowed down, and the Jeep behind him seized the opportunity to accelerate suddenly, intending to merge into the adjacent lane and stop the Land Rover.

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Wenjie suddenly accelerated, catching the Jeep behind him completely off guard. The Jeep driver also slammed on the gas, trying to catch up with the white Land Rover in front of him.

The two cars were practically engaged in a rally on the road. The white Land Rover sped forward, while the black Jeep darted left and right, showing no sign of backing down. Wenjie rolled down his window, stuck his left arm out, and arrogantly gave the middle finger, while his right hand kept honking the horn.

Are they afraid the jeep driver behind them won't see them?

The Jeep driver was furious. He slammed his foot on the accelerator to the floor, and the machine roared like a beast released from its cage as it ran over Wenjie's Land Rover.

Wenjie glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the two cars were getting closer and closer... A cold smile appeared on his face.

At this point, he applied the brakes hard, then paused for a second before applying them again.

The Land Rover's wheels screeched against the ground, and after sliding a considerable distance, it came to a stop.

The drivers in the adjacent lanes had no idea what was going on. They saw the Land Rover stopped right in the middle of the road, its wheels hissing and the smell of burning rubber spreading through the air...

The driver in the adjacent lane didn't react in time, and the Jeep, focused on racing the Land Rover, didn't react at all. The driver didn't even turn the steering wheel and crashed directly into the rear of the Land Rover.

The powerful impact completely deformed the front of the Jeep, and the recoil pushed the driver's seat directly towards the steering wheel and the windshield.

The Jeep driver was slammed against the airbag and bounced back, his neck cracking with a sharp sound. His head slumped limply beside the headrest, suggesting a broken neck.

Wenjie was also shaken and impacted, but fortunately the impact occurred at the rear of the car. The rear seats were pushed forward by 30 to 40 centimeters, and his driver's seat was also moved. The car was also knocked half a meter away.

Fortunately, thanks to the airbag, he was not injured by the steering wheel.

He glanced to the side and saw the jeep driver with his head hanging limply, blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He sneered, pushed open the slightly deformed car door, got out of the car, patted the hood of the Land Rover, and thought to himself: Land Rover's safety performance is truly amazing.

At that moment, another car rear-ended the jeep. After the impact, the jeep was turned 90 degrees clockwise and came to rest across the adjacent lane.

The collision between the two cars originally blocked one and a half lanes, and now, the car that rear-ended them has blocked another lane... This road in this direction is completely blocked.

The cars behind stopped and people gathered around. Seeing that Wenjie was unharmed after getting out of the car, they all urged him to call the police.

Wenjie smiled faintly, took out his phone, and dialed a number back.

The other party answered the phone quickly, their voice quite gentle: "Young Master Wen, what are your instructions?"

Zhang Meng didn't expect Wenjie to call her back. She had already finished showering, changed into her pajamas, and was sitting on the balcony looking at Wenjie's information.

The assistant was very efficient; in less than an hour, she had packed up all the information she could and sent it over.

Zhang Meng's home is in Blue Harbor. From its design concept and architectural style to its commercial facilities and landscaping, this community is designed for single white-collar workers with a light luxury style.

Zhang Meng's home has a large terrace, where she specially placed a beanbag chair. Every day after arriving home, she washes away her makeup and disguises, nestles on the sofa, and watches M City gradually fall into the embrace of night.

That feeling was incredibly romantic!

Today, as I read this secret document in my hand, the night view before me has a unique charm that is even more captivating than usual.

(End of this chapter)