Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 170 - 143: Suicide from Fear of Punishment
Mu Yunchu had long prepared for the shadow to take advantage and occupy Jing Anjun’s body many days before.
She instructed Li Shang to get Jing Anjun imprisoned and to disclose all the affairs of the assassin company.
For the common folk, this might not mean much.
Even if they feared Jing Anjun, they wouldn’t do anything too extreme.
But that assassin company operated in the shadows, and if reported by Jing Anjun, uprooted, and investigated up to the big figures, it’s what they fear most.
Unfortunately, Jing Anjun had cooperated with them many times. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
He even knew some internal situations.
To those assassins who were already resentful about his complaints of their uncompleted tasks last time, they are now itching to settle him.
"Boss, this kid is untrustworthy! We haven’t even had the chance to settle accounts for the money he withheld from us before, and now he wants to report us!"
Might as well just deal with him directly.
Otherwise, if exposed to the public, it would be quite troublesome.
The man he called ’Boss’ sat at the front, looking serious, without the impulsiveness of others.
After all, doing this kind of business in the black market, his mindset was not to cause more trouble.
But if someone is ’betraying’, they are not to be trifled with.
"Where did you hear this news? How accurate is it?"
Jing Anjun is not an ordinary person, so dealing with him is more troublesome, hence some things must be asked beforehand.
If it’s just ’rumors’, the risks they bear would be too great.
The man quickly replied, "It should be 90% accurate."
He said he has already acquired multiple confirmations after hearing the news.
Jing Anjun seems to have indeed stirred up some trouble recently; several of his companies have been shut down, and now he is locked up in the office.
"Estimating he can’t come out anymore."
"But that doesn’t mean he’ll report us, right?" The others couldn’t help but object.
"Indeed, it can’t." The man’s expression turned sinister, "The problem is he’s been shouting inside every day that he has something to say, wanting lighter punishment, and even mentioned our company name."
The boss’s face darkened, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"If that’s the case... then do as initially planned."
Although this is risky, they have an absolute reason not to be reported.
Walking in the gray areas, naturally, they can’t appear in the light.
If exposed, it would be wide-reaching, and even their protection might be broken.
"But... the person is locked up now, under heavy guard, isn’t it a risk for us to act now?"
Someone raised an objection.
Afraid there might be nothing initially, but rash actions could ignite trouble.
The person who had proposed the suggestion initially made a gesture, being the one previously wronged for an uncompleted task by Jing Anjun.
"Don’t worry, leave this matter to me."
...
After all, it wasn’t a specialized prison, and the security at Jing Anjun’s location couldn’t match the former.
Of course, no one expected anyone could sneak in.
Then appeared the scene where the shadow occupied Jing Anjun’s body.
Without any spells, he was utterly incomparable to the man from an assassin background.
He reached desperately with both hands to grasp the cloth around his neck, trying to get as much breathing space as possible.
Reckoned in every possible way, he never counted on dying so suffocated and laughable at last.
With eyes wide open, before losing all breaths, he still thought of his beloved.
In unwillingness, Mu Yunchu and Li Shang’s figures echoed through his mind.
Oxygen had long thinned, eyes protruded, cheeks flushed with redness, clearly in extreme discomfort at the moment. Yet thinking of the things he’d done, one corner of his mouth raised in a horrific, fierce smirk.
"Mu Yunchu... even if I die, I won’t let you have it easy."
"Haha, hope you enjoy the grand gift I’ve prepared for you."
...
The next day, the police found Jing Anjun had committed suicide in prison.
Luan Huacheng, having been tasked with ’special attention’, naturally learned the news firsthand.
He also reported it truthfully to Mu Yunchu.
But his words contained a lot of probing intent.
Because no matter how one looks at it, Jing Anjun doesn’t seem like someone who would commit suicide in prison.
Unfortunately, he was destined not to get any answers from Mu Yunchu.
Regarding Jing Anjun’s death, Mu Yunchu was already aware. If not saying she was directly responsible, it could as well be so.
But more accurately, she killed that shadow.
Because the moment the shadow occupied his body, his soul was completely extinguished.
At last, this matter was fully settled.
In a sense, it also served as revenge for her master.
Although until the end, she never managed to ask that shadow about what exactly happened back then.
After all, being a past matter, maybe it wasn’t so important anymore.
With no more threats from Jing Anjun and the shadow, Mu Yunchu felt her life ahead would be calmer.
Yet she did not notice the changes quietly happening in Li Shang’s body, a situation which almost led to a severe issue when she later found out.
She first met with Meng Qing.
The latter invited her to meet at a café.
Though their relationship wasn’t good enough for a casual coffee meeting.
Today, Meng Qing wore sportswear, a completely different outfit from when he was beside Jing Anjun.
His hands covered the sides of the coffee cup, as he gazed downward, "The charges against Chairman Jing have been verified one by one, and the police finally announced publically that he committed suicide out of guilt."
The efficiency is more than imaginable.
Meng Qing referred to Jing Anjun as usual.
If anyone else were present, they wouldn’t have thought most of the evidence against him was provided by Meng Qing himself.
Having finished speaking, he looked up at Mu Yunchu, wanting to find the answers he sought from her expression.
"Honestly, I didn’t really expect you to succeed initially."
Mu Yunchu was well aware there were other things involved, but those weren’t her concern.
Thus, she didn’t respond to Meng Qing’s words.
In fact, Meng Qing didn’t have a persistent need to uncover the truth.
Because he decided to return to his hometown.
Everything in Qinghe City is mostly unrelated to him now.
He plans to use his savings from these years to start a small business back home.
Draining the cup of coffee, he hesitated while looking at Mu Yunchu, unsure if he should speak certain words.
*
Late at night.
A truck parked at the roadside of a secluded path, headlights unlit.
If not for two occasionally glowing dots, people passing by would surely mistake it for a ’zombie car’.
The man in the driver’s seat took a fierce drag, the red dot between fingers glowing brightly, highlighting its tremoring even more.
When he spoke, his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Who the hell told you to be so heavy-handed?"
The other responded irritably, "I just hit her a few times for being disobedient, who knew this would happen?"
"Now one’s dead, what should we do?"
"That woman won’t spare us."
Suddenly, one of them thought of an idea.
"I recall there’s a sanatorium not far from here... there should be quite a few unaccounted for children there."
