Xiao Feng walked out of the hospital, looking at Han Lengyue in front of him, suddenly realizing that she was the one with the most informants in Jiangcheng.

Especially thinking of Han Lengyue's remark, "Do you think my people only know how to fake accidents?", this feeling grew stronger.

As for Han Lengyue's personality and abilities, building an intelligence network covering Jiangcheng wasn't impossible. Although it might not be comprehensive now, with her expanding influence, it was almost inevitable.

In fact, it's similar to the Beggar Gang in martial arts novels, where those who consider themselves righteous and virtuous look down on this low-class group, yet often can't do without them at times.

"Missed me so soon?" Xiao Feng joked.

Han Lengyue ignored Xiao Feng's jest and said coldly, "Come with me to a place, the answer will be revealed tonight."

Xiao Feng's heart tightened. If Han Lengyue had been looking forward to this day, then so was he.

Han Lengyue walked steadily, silent all the way, and Xiao Feng glanced at her, sensing something off about her mood.

Generally speaking, one should be excited or happy after avenging a great enemy, not so somber, unless...

Xiao Feng suddenly considered a possibility that the person who killed Han Wangfu might be closely related to Han Lengyue, or perhaps the murderer was already dead, denying her the chance to personally exact revenge.

After pondering, Xiao Feng felt that the first guess was closer to the truth because if the murderer of Han Wangfu was already dead, then what's the point of revealing answers?

Just as he was thinking, Han Lengyue stopped, "We're here, remember what this place is?"

Xiao Feng looked up. Although many things didn't match his memory, he immediately recognized it as the hotel where Han Wangfu had been killed back then.

Nowadays, this hotel was no longer as prosperous as it once was; the entire area had been designated for demolition.

"Time flies..." Xiao Feng said with a sense of melancholy.

Han Lengyue didn't respond but silently walked into the hotel. The elevator was long out of order, so they had to take the stairs.

Upon reaching the room where Han Wangfu had died, Xiao Feng saw many people squatting in a circle, a metal basin on the floor with paper money being added, the flickering fire casting shadows on the walls, making them seem unsteady.

"Uncle Liu," Han Lengyue said softly.

The butler who was squatting strained to stand, speaking sorrowfully, "Miss, you've arrived."

"Today is my father's death anniversary. I want to ask you one sincere question," Han Lengyue looked into the butler's eyes, speaking calmly.

The butler froze, glanced at Xiao Feng beside Han Lengyue, and felt a sense of foreboding, but he forced himself to remain calm, "Miss, as long as it's something I can answer, naturally, I will speak without reservation."

"You must answer this question!" Han Lengyue suddenly intensified her tone, then sighed, "Why did you kill my father?!"

This statement shocked those burning paper, looking at Butler Liu in disbelief.

The butler's eyes flashed with panic, forcing a smile, "Miss, are you asking me?"

"Uncle Liu, do you still want to continue pretending?" Han Lengyue sneered.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," the butler said solemnly, "The master treated me with great kindness, how could I possibly harm him? Even if, for argument's sake, I did kill him, why would I complicate things by supporting you?"

The people burning paper stood up and said, "Uncle Liu could never be that kind of person. Miss, you must be mistaken."

Han Lengyue shook her head, "I also hope I'm wrong, but the facts are right here, leaving no reason not to believe."

"It only occurred to me recently, why all clues were cut off, and why they ended with you, Uncle Liu," Han Lengyue smiled sarcastically, "You checked the surveillance, which was deleted; you checked the potential witnesses, who were inexplicably killed."

"I never suspected you before because you were always diligent, constantly reminding me not to give up pursuing my father's murderer," Han Lengyue added more paper money to the basin, turning to leave, "Now I see it was because you knew I couldn't find anything."

While Han Lengyue was speaking, Xiao Feng was closely observing the butler's expressions, deducing from small actions, that even if this butler wasn't the murderer, he was certainly hiding something.

At this moment, the butler suddenly looked at the ceiling, tears flowing, "Master, if you have any spirit in heaven, please speak for this old servant!"

"If my father truly spoke, are you sure you wouldn't be afraid?" Han Lengyue coldly eyed the butler as if watching a clown, "Uncle Liu, I ask you again, why did you kill my father? You say he was extraordinarily kind, yet your way of repaying him was by killing him?"

The butler's facial muscles twitched, and he shouted angrily, "Miss, you accuse me of killing the master, but where is the evidence? I advise you, sweet words are untrustworthy, and wronging the loyal servant assisting you for personal feelings is truly disheartening."

Upon mentioning "personal feelings," the butler glared fiercely at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng almost burst into laughter; this was obviously a desperate act of barking up the wrong tree.

Before he could speak, Han Lengyue cut in, "Evidence, right? Fine, I'll show you."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, the room fell silent, with only the sound of footsteps approaching from the corridor.

The butler's heart tightened, each footstep making his heart clench with anxiety, an intense sense of unease enveloping him.

"Look, do you remember who this is?" Han Lengyue stepped aside, revealing the person behind her.

The appearance of the person was horrifying, with burn marks all over their face, walking with prosthetic legs akin to a zombie, the firelight making the face even more ghastly.

"What? Can't recognize me?" The terrifying-looking person asked the butler, his voice grating like nails on a chalkboard, unpleasant to hear.

Seeing the puzzled expression on the butler's face, the person pulled out a photo from his pocket and smiled, "Look at this photo, does it ring a bell?"

Xiao Feng and others examined the photo of a handsome young man with a bright smile, an ideal image of a beautiful man.

Without explanation, everyone simultaneously realized that the man in the photo was the same as the horrifying figure before them, despite the outward differences making it hard to connect the two.

The butler's pupils shrank abruptly upon seeing the photo, exclaiming, "You didn't die?!"

The man spat vehemently, "I wished I had died. Since three years ago, I've countless times desired death, but this grudge I cannot swallow! We had no enmity, yet because I was a manager at this hotel, you wanted to kill me. Where's the justice?! Where's the reason?!"

These consecutive questions filled everyone with an inexplicable sadness. With his original conditions, he could have had a wonderful life with a beautiful wife, a couple of kids, perhaps living an ordinary life, but it would have been far better than his current hellish existence.

The man glared at the butler, "I'd rather have died three years ago, but knowing you still roam freely spurred my sense of injustice. From that point, I used every means to investigate you, finally having the chance to stand here and unmask your true face!"

Xiao Feng had almost understood the matter by now; the man likely didn't know about the butler murdering Han Wangfu, but the guilty butler dared not leave loose ends, eliminating anyone witnessing his crime.

Now, the question arises, if the butler wasn't hiding anything, why kill this manager?

"Uncle Liu, do you not plan to explain why you wanted to kill him?" Han Lengyue coldly inquired.

The butler remained silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and sighed sadly, "The master... I killed him!"

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