Suppressing the urge to smash the phone on the ground, Chu Ge took a deep, deep, deep breath, suppressing the murderous aura that was almost tangible, and then continued to dial the next number.
He Qing, phone turned off.
Ye Li, phone turned off.
Mu Lingshan, phone turned off.
Li Nan, Mo Xiaoran, Xia Feifei... Everyone Chu Ge could think of, even Liu Weijiang, all had their phones turned off!
What the hell is going on!
Chu Ge felt increasingly uneasy. Every ti he heard "the number you dialed is turned off," a violent, icy emotion flared up like gasoline on fire, surging a little stronger.
When all these calls were made, the restrained murderous aura was almost uncontrollable. Everyone within a hundred ters around him shivered, instinctively sensing a strong atmosphere of danger.
Stay calm, stay calm, even though Chu Ge kept telling himself this and got into a taxi that had just dropped off a passenger nearby, he still unconsciously clenched his fists, unaware that his uncut nails had broken the skin of his palms.
"Uh… uh, buddy, buddy?"
A stuttering voice reached his ears. Chu Ge instinctively turned his head to see the taxi driver cautiously glancing at his bleeding hand, clearly nervous.
"What's wrong?"
Although Chu Ge wanted to make his voice sound calm, these three words still exuded a strong murderous intent.
The taxi driver, increasingly cautious, asked, "Uh… where to?"
Hearing the taxi driver's question, Chu Ge realized he had forgotten to tell the driver the address. He forced a smile, which barely qualified as apologetic, and replied, "Huafu… Tianjiao Building, please."
Chu Ge initially wanted to say Huafu Garden, but considering that Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying were unlikely to be ho, although they might not be in Tianjiao Building either, at least there would be people there. Even if they weren't there, he could at least gather so information.
The taxi driver said nothing more, started the car, and drove towards Tianjiao Building.
Having driven a taxi for over twenty years, the driver prided himself on having carried all sorts of passengers, but this was the first ti encountering soone so terrifying.
Although his intuition told him that the person sitting in the passenger seat had no ill intentions toward him, he couldn't shake the bone-chilling feeling, as if the passenger was not a person like him, but a...
How to say it, calling him a beast ready to devour soone wouldn't suffice to describe the level of danger, perhaps a human-shaped nuclear bomb, ready to detonate at any mont, bringing catastrophe to the city.
If this taxi driver were to share this taphor with soone, they'd probably laugh out loud, thinking he's either lost his mind or telling a bad joke, but he found nothing funny in it, as this was his genuine feeling. Just sitting beside this passenger, he felt suffocated and repressed.
As the taxi continued to drive, the driver felt he had to do sothing to distract himself. Otherwise, he might asphyxiate from this oppressive atmosphere, or worse, crash the car from distraction, with a rear-end collision forcing him to stop being the best possible outco.
The taxi driver gulped down a hard swallow, even this small action took considerable effort. He wanted to ask Chu Ge if he minded if he listened to the radio, but he lacked the courage to say it out loud, and the words ended up being nothing more than an inaudible 'gulp' in his throat.
Just then, an excited voice ca from the car's radio intercom.
"Brother Li, Brother Li, I just picked soone up from the front of Tianqing Company and went to the funeral ho. Today was quite the sight, it was incredible!"
The sudden noise gave Taxi Master Li quite a shock, not figuratively, but genuinely, causing him to jolt, his foot instinctively tapping the ground, making him jump from his seat. Luckily, there were no other vehicles around at the ti, so this jump didn't lead to any tragic consequences.
Subconsciously, Master Li stamred a response, "Fun…funeral ho? Quite…quite a sight?"
"Yeah, there was a morial service at the funeral ho today. Hey, all the best cars were parked outside, I saw quite a few governnt officials' cars too. There wasn't nearly enough parking. Cars lined up to the street, and lots of police cars were stationed there. Although I was quite far away, a policeman with a gun stopped and told I couldn't go any further."
"The little girl I picked up, she also had to show her ID, and after the police at the checkpoint verified with soone inside via their walkie-talkie, they let her in. When she got out of the car, she gave a hundred, forgot to ask for change. She cried so hard all the way, her eyes were red from crying. I don't even know what her relationship with the deceased was."
This ti Master Li remained silent. He wasn't in the mood, but having this fellow driver chat with him about various things did ease that intense feeling of oppression a little.
"Li, you know, it's amazing how different people can be. If the day cos when I die, and soone holds a morial service like this for … Well, if it was even a third, half... or a tenth as big, that would be sothing. Although I couldn't get inside for a look, just seeing the cars outside, the hall inside must be quite grand."
Master Li's colleague didn't seem to notice Li's tension and continued speaking in an envious tone.
"Hey, Li, guess who died? Here's a hint: you know this person too; they're considered a legend in our Lidu."
After so much chatter from the car radio, Master Li hadn't seen any apparent displeasure from his passenger in the front seat. Plus, his curiosity was piqued, so he couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Who is it?"
"It's that guy even the traffic police would avoid if they could, the one who supposedly took down Jinkai Villa, Chu Ge! I always knew he was sothing, but I didn't expect him to be this impressive! Just by causing so many big shots to co out for his morial, it shows he really lived life to the fullest. It's a pity… such an impressive person just dies out of the blue."
The voice over the radio carried a faint sense of regret.
anwhile, Master Li suddenly felt that the oppressive sensation looming over him had lifted. He sneaked a glance at the passenger in the front seat and saw his eyes twitch, his expression peculiar beyond words.
No kidding, it would be strange if it weren't!
Anyone alive sitting in a taxi, hearing drivers discuss soone holding a morial service for them would feel rattled, right?
Chu Ge thought... he had found the answer to the question that puzzled him earlier.
The reason everyone he wanted to contact had their phones off was probably... they're all attending his morial service, right?
The voice on the car radio kept on rambling, and Chu Ge raised his hand to rub his temples vigorously, caught between amusent and frustration as he pondered.
Who exactly arranged all this?
"Old man"? Zhan Wushuang?
Well, both are possible.
If it was Zhan Wushuang, it could be because he found a corpse with a similar build to him, whose face was now indistinguishably mangled, and assud it was him. Or even if Zhan Wushuang wasn't sure if he was really dead, he still facilitated the holding of this service.
As for the reason?
Even if Zhan Wushuang held the service in the na of being Chu Ge's closest friend, in such a setting, people would also learn about his being a senior mber of the Tongsheng Association.
Though for most ordinary folks, the Tongsheng Association is just an unfamiliar term with no relevance to them, for certain people, those sa words carry significant weight. The higher one's status, the more they understand the secrets of the world, the heavier that weight becos.
Since ancient tis, the Tongsheng Association has stood strong and shone brightly, yet it's certainly not so cult. Quite the opposite, it has consistently contributed imnsely to human developnt globally.
However, aside from this worldwide positive influence, if soone believes that this organization only embodies philanthropy and benevolence, well... they'd either be unbelievably naive or kicked in the head by a donkey.
At this morial, if Zhan Wushuang appears and casually says, "I represent the Tongsheng Association," without even uttering those words, rely relying on his standout presence, he'd naturally attract attention, and those with intent would learn what Zhan Wushuang wants them to know.
Of course, this also signifies an attitude, an attitude from the Tongsheng Association. The deceased is gone, and bygones should be bygones. If anyone troubles Chu Ge's associates again... do they really think the Tongsheng Association is blind?
Naturally, with Zhan Wushuang's intellect, he wouldn't miss considering that Chu Ge might not be dead, but rely eluding their search temporarily. Yet... if it was just a misunderstanding, wouldn't that be even better?
After considering it from Zhan Wushuang's perspective, Chu Ge started thinking from the "old man's" angle.
If the "old man" arranged the morial, then... this matter becos even more intriguing.
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