Chapter 28: Han De Building Incident

Han De Building, twenty‑nine floors.

An oval conference table that can seat thirty people now holds fewer than ten, yet the atmosphere feels more oppressive than when it's full.

Thick cigar smoke swirls without dissipating, mingling with the expensive cologne each person wears, but it cannot mask the unease that seeps from their very bones.

"Wu Cheng is dead too… the same way as Feng Gou Qiang." A sparse‑haired director said, his cigar trembling between his fingers, ash coating his body, "They all jumped from the upper floor!"

"The police, because of this series of cases, are now digging deep into the old matters. Chairman, how are things on your end?" said another corpulent director, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief.

"Set things up? Ha." The Chairman, seated at the head—Jiang Han De, the helmsman of the Han De Group—snorted. Though the oldest, he was spry, his gaze still bearing the weight of long‑held authority. "Do you think the police are that easy to handle? The case is handled by City Bureau Criminal Investigation Team Captain Qin Zhixia, Qin Yongchang's own daughter! If she didn't have such a hard‑won background, a junior cop would be on the case and the grass would already be growing on the graves!"

"Right now, we can only say we're stalling the investigation,"

The name Qin Zhixia made everyone present feel uneasy.

They now fear the 'murderer,' yet cannot turn to the police; instead they must guard against them.

"So… what do we do? Wu Cheng is dead; the next one… could the next be us?" a director asked.

The forced‑demolition case of the unfinished West City tower was a bloody chapter in their rise to wealth, and the collective 'original sin' of them all.

Back then, to meet the deadline, they tacitly approved the violent methods of Feng Gou Qiang's men. Wang Kai's wife and daughter were buried alive; when he demanded justice, he was 'accidentally' pushed off a building and embedded in the wall.

Everyone present, each one, had Wang's blood on their hands.

"What's the panic!" Jiang Han De slammed his cigar into the ashtray, his sharp gaze sweeping everyone. "Back then we executed everything flawlessly! Even if Wang Kai becomes a ghost, what can he do to us?"

He rose, walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, and looked down at the city below, which resembled a matchbox.

"Each of us has round‑the‑clock top‑tier security; every entry and exit is escorted. I refuse to believe the murderer can defy heaven and earth and kill us right in front of our bodyguards,"

"Put your hearts back in your chests! Money can solve any problem. If it can't, then the money isn't enough!"

His overwhelming confidence finally steadied the pampered directors, if only a little.

Indeed, they have money, power, and countless people willing to die for them.

What storm could a lowly scum who dares to avenge the Wang family possibly stir up?

At that moment, a timid director looked around and whispered,

"Hey? Why isn't Director Zhang here today?"

Everyone froze, glancing around. The seat for Director Zhang was indeed empty.

Jiang Han De furrowed his brow and looked at the young female secretary beside him, "Xiao Liu, where's Director Zhang?"

The secretary hurriedly scrolled her tablet, her voice tinged with nervousness: "Chairman, Director Zhang… he clocked in this morning and entered the company. But… his phone is now unreachable, and we have no idea where he is."

A foreboding feeling instantly seized everyone's hearts.

Suddenly.

Ah—!!!

The secretary let out a scream that seemed capable of piercing the heavens, her face paling, fingers twisted with terror, pointing straight at the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window!

Outside the window!

Everyone snapped their heads toward it.

A dark silhouette was seen, free‑falling at breakneck speed from the roof of a higher floor!

That face, rendered especially eerie by a dazed expression, met the terrified gazes of everyone in the conference room for a split second as it passed the twenty‑nine‑th floor.

It was Director Zhang!

The next second.

Bang!!!

A deafening, earth‑shaking boom echoed from below!

The sound wasn't loud, yet it rang clearly in each ear, making their hearts miss a beat.

In the conference room, everyone froze.

They moved mechanically, step by step, to the window's edge, trembling as they looked down.

On the square below the company, a familiar figure shattered into a blur of blood and flesh, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

Ugh—

The first corpulent director to react could no longer hold back, clutching the wall and vomiting profusely.

Immediately after, the entire conference room spiraled out of control!

Hysterical screams, the crash of overturned tables and chairs, and the wailing of terror from deep within their souls intertwined into a living hell.

These business leviaths who worship money and power, treating lives as weeds, saw the scene with their own eyes and their money‑built worldview crumbled completely!

The incident spread through Jiang Hai City's upper echelons at a terrifying speed.

In broad daylight, at the financial center, a Han De Group director plummeted to his death from high altitude!

The City Bureau's phones were nearly hammered to pieces.

Pressure from above bore down like a mountain.

"Deploy! All police forces, deploy!"

"SWAT! Armed Police Unit! All to the scene! Seal off Han De Building! Treat this as the highest‑level terror attack!"

The City Bureau chief roared into the phone, veins bulging on his forehead.

Qin Zhixia, clad in combat gear, wore a solemn, grave expression as she led a team out of the City Bureau's gates.

She knew this was inevitably a continuation of the 'Ghost‑Wall' case!

And just as the City Bureau was in upheaval over a capitalist's death,

In the southern district, inside a dilapidated police outpost.

A modestly dressed middle‑aged couple anxiously spoke to a young officer at the duty desk.

"Officer, we beg you, our daughter Ling Xinyu hasn't come home all night! Her phone is unreachable, we're really worried!" The woman's eyes were red‑rimmed, her voice trembling.

The young officer yawned, his face showing impatience.

"Auntie, how old is your daughter? She's an adult, right?"

"Just turned eighteen......"

"That's settled then." The policeman waved his hand, "They're all adults; maybe they went out with their boyfriend and the phone died. We can't file a case now—rules are rules. Go home and wait; come back after twenty-four hours."

"But......"

"Alright, alright, next!"

The couple was impatiently shoved out of the police station.

At the same time, in the City Bureau's archive room.

A newly hired police officer, from a mountain‑high pile of files, pulled out a complaint record that had just been faxed over.

【Report type: Murder, body dumped in river.】

The new officer glanced at it, thought it wasn't the current leadership's work priority, and casually shoved the file to the bottom of a stack of documents.

Han De Building, twenty‑ninth floor.

The moment Qin Zhixia pushed open the conference room door, a sour, putrid smell of vomit, cigars, and fear hit her.

The floor was in utter disarray.

A group of business tycoons who usually pontificate in financial magazines now displayed every sort of ugly sight—some slumped in their chairs, eyes vacant, others clutching their heads, muttering to themselves.

Seeing Qin Zhixia lead a large contingent of police inside, they looked as if they'd seen a savior, scrambling over each other to rush forward.

"Police comrades! Save us! Save us!"

"Protect me! You must protect me!"

Qin Zhixia stared at the face before her, twisted beyond recognition by fear—it was none other than the chairman of Han De Group, Jiang Handé.

In her cold, crimson‑phoenix eyes, there was not the slightest ripple.

And inside the conference room's icy wall, invisible to everyone present,

a blurry human figure stood silently.

Wang Kai.

He "watched" the panicked police outside, watched those enemies laid bare in their ugliness, his heart undisturbed.

The police have come?

Just in time.

Back then, when he knelt on the ground begging the police to rescue his wife and daughter who had been buried alive, where were they?

Now, to protect this bunch of scum, they've come pretty quickly.

On Wang Kai's "face," a cold curve appeared.

It doesn't matter.

You'll all have to come downstairs sometime.

Back then, you watched my family die right before your eyes.

Today I'll make you watch, eyes wide open, as the people you're supposed to protect drop one by one...... dead before you.