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I carefully examined Zhao Mingkun. While she had been dressed in a sharp sports outfit in the car, she had now changed into an evening gown. Her hair was styled to one side, revealing half of her ear. She wore light makeup, and her lipstick had shifted from bright red to pink. The overall impression was one of elegance and composure, as if she were a completely different person from the girl who had driven the sports car. It seemed she intended to leave a graceful and quiet impression at the gathering.
I smiled and drained my glass of champagne. Then I said, "Of course, I'm not some rich second-generation heir. The reason I got in here is that I need to ask you some questions. I wonder if Miss Zhao would be willing to grant me a moment of your time?"
Zhao Mingkun looked at me and nodded slightly before saying, "Of course, sir. What do you want to discuss?"
"I wonder if Miss Zhao has heard of Xu Rong?" I leaned in closer to her ear and slowly said, "I heard you mentioned wanting to kill her. I'm curious if you've managed to do that."
Zhao Mingkun, who had been smiling faintly at me, suddenly raised her eyebrows, losing all semblance of composure and elegance. She lunged forward, grabbing my collar fiercely and said, "Are you that bitch's person? Tell me where she is right now, or do you believe you won't be able to leave this courtyard today?"
Her words drew the attention of those around us, and many turned to look our way.
I observed Zhao Mingkun's expression closely—anger, resentment, surprise—it didn't seem like an act. It appeared that Zhao Mingkun genuinely didn't know Xu Rong was dead. However, based on past experiences, analyzing someone's expression alone could be somewhat arbitrary; whether Zhao Mingkun truly knew about this matter would require further investigation.
"Are you deaf?" Zhao Mingkun shouted again. "Speak!"
The commotion attracted more people’s attention as they turned to us.
Most were merely spectators with no intention of intervening. This was understandable; although Zhao Mingkun's father was wealthy, she hadn't yet integrated into the local rich second-generation circle. Their indifference might have been a sign of waiting for the right moment to act. Moreover, they had no idea who I was and likely didn't want to take any rash actions.
Zhao Mingkun was aggressive, practically radiating hostility toward me. Suddenly, I had an idea and quickly grabbed her wrist with one hand. Thinking I was trying to resist, she attempted to kick me, but I used my other hand to deflect her attack while pulling her wrist backward.
We both understood what was happening, but to onlookers, it appeared as though Zhao Mingkun was pushing me away. As I stepped back, I kept an eye on the positions of those around us until I locked onto three targets. By then, we had retreated to the long table laden with food. At this point, everyone was within my line of sight. I smiled inwardly and shouted loudly, "Xu Rong wants me to tell you that every time she sees you, she'll hit you! If you have guts tonight, go back to that nightclub!"
I deliberately raised my voice so everyone could hear me clearly. As I shouted, I observed the reactions of the wealthy crowd around us—especially those three who had previously contacted Xu Rong. Sure enough, when I mentioned Xu Rong's name, one woman and one man furrowed their brows slightly; their shock intensified when I stated that Xu Rong sent me.
I felt confident; it seemed these two were definitely involved in something suspicious. The woman was named Wen Bei and the man Yang Yi; both were local rich heirs. The others appeared relatively normal with no significant reactions. Then I noticed Wen Bei and Yang Yi leaning closer together as if they wanted to discuss something privately.
I felt a surge of excitement; as long as I identified the suspects, everything would fall into place. However, just as I was deep in thought, a loud slap echoed across my face followed by a sharp sting of pain. In my focus on observing the crowd's reactions, I'd completely forgotten about Zhao Mingkun herself. Turning around, I saw her raising her hand again for another strike!
A wise man avoids immediate losses; I quickly dodged while grabbing an unknown object from the table and lifted it up just in time for Zhao Mingkun's punch to land squarely on it.
There was a "thud," followed by laughter from everyone present. Upon closer inspection, I realized that what I'd grabbed was an actual turkey! Zhao Mingkun's punch had hit the turkey right in its belly, causing its insides to spill out. A seventeen-year-old heir exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! That punch knocked out the turkey's guts!"
Suddenly, a commotion erupted around us, with someone shouting from upstairs, "Old Wu! Old Wu! Hurry down and take a look, Old Wu has fallen downstairs!"
"Call an ambulance!" another voice yelled. "Quick, call an ambulance!"
I stood up from the pool, pulling Zhao Mingkun with me, and without a second thought, I jumped out of the pool. The scene was chaotic; Old Wu's head was shattered like a broken watermelon, splattered into several pieces. Brain matter and blood sprayed out in a fan shape, reaching nearly five meters away.
This man was dead beyond any doubt. A wealthy young man rushed over, crying, but I stopped him. "Old Wang, quickly call the bureau and also contact the Special Investigation Team. My phone is waterlogged! Everyone else, step back and don't disturb the scene!"
These rich kids had seen everything except for death; some were shouting while others were in shock.
Old Wang's voice came through, "Got it, Captain Shao. I'll arrange it right away!"
I ignored Old Wang and scanned the surroundings. In the chaos, I couldn't see anything unusual. From this angle, I couldn't tell if Wen Bei and Yang Yi were involved, but one thing was certain: the Killer knew in advance that this place was hosting a Private Party. That’s why he could arrive early to set up his trap.
I needed to find out who received invitations and who knew about this Private Party.
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