Chapter 858: Chapter 848: Decision

"If you say so!"

"First, I can tell you that I have no grudge against you. I just want the information I need, which shouldn’t be difficult for you.

Secondly, I can even promise you that once I’ve done what I need to do, I can let you catch me yourself and make a contribution!

Thirdly, I have nothing left to lose. I can do anything now. Don’t push me. I know you’re just a crime consultant, not a real cop, and you have a fortune worth billions. Why risk your life for a few thousand bucks a month?

Plus, I’ve heard that you’ve already tracked down Liu Chunbao. With your capabilities, I don’t believe you’re unaware of the situation in Qingshu Village. Tell me, shouldn’t scum like that die?

Consider this my plea—help me just this once. I’m only killing those who deserve to die, not harming innocent people. Do you understand my point?"

The man on the other end of the line spoke hoarsely, his tone sincere yet resolute.

Listening to this, even Su Qing had to admit that this person was highly skilled in persuasion with remarkable emotional intelligence.

The caller first stated his purpose, expressing no malice, and even offered benefits; then came the threat and warning. Indeed, given his current wealth, there was no need to take risks, especially with such threats from a desperate outlaw.

Ironically, what the caller wanted was really little—just a minor favor in exchange for his safety and that of those around him.

At the same time, he described his current situation as a desperate person who had lost everything with no way back.

Carrot, stick, intimidation, inducement—the caller had remarkably used all these elements in a very short time.

If Su Qing didn’t have the narrator, unaware of the caller’s intentions, he might have chosen to compromise and agree to the caller’s demands.

Indeed, not a fake agreement followed by notifying the police. Although he knew that with his intel, the caller could likely be captured, he wouldn’t risk even the slightest possibility.

It must be said, the caller’s plan was perfect, even taking human nature into account.

Wealthy individuals fear death; it’s a common issue in modern society, and he was no exception. No need to be targeted by a desperate outlaw for a piece of scum.

But now, with the narrator providing insight into the caller’s intentions, he realized the caller was bluffing.

Or, rather, before achieving his goal, the caller wouldn’t allow himself to act rashly. It had become such a big deal; any incident now could ruin his entire plan. Such a result the caller absolutely couldn’t accept.

For this reason, Su Qing became less tense, his mind more agile.

"May I know the reason? You and Zhang Shun... what’s your actual relationship? As far as I know, she hasn’t had contact with outsiders, and even her relatives have abandoned her. Why are you going this far for her?" Su Qing asked.

After hearing this, the man on the other end fell silent for a while: "What relationship?"

Then he sighed: "Her... she’s just someone I care about. You’ll understand when the person you care about is hurt and oppressed."

"If our police file an investigation and persuade her stepmother to bring Liu Chunbao to justice, what do you think of this result? I don’t know who you are, but I feel you might be someone I know," Su Qing tentatively suggested.

Upon hearing this, the man on the phone chuckled coldly: "Bring to justice? Forget it. Some people don’t deserve to live; they should go below and make amends. Jail is too lenient for him. Have you decided?"

Will you agree to my request or let me move in the shadows, waiting for my chance?"

While speaking, suddenly, a siren-blaring ambulance drove by in the distance, the piercing sound cut through.

And Su Qing heard it clearly on his phone.

"Seems like you’re quite bold, being close by!"

"So what? Are you going to call the cops? You can try and see if they find me first or if I make a move first!"

[The target has left! Without exposing himself or new evidence from the police, he won’t be caught!]

Upon hearing, Su Qing squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew, given the caller’s cautiousness, there’d be no immediate issues. Even if he shared his information with the police, it would likely end up as mere speculation or a lead, as the police needed evidence for arrests.

"Though I’m not a good person, I absolutely won’t deal with outlaws or do illegal things, and I certainly won’t leak any information to you!"

"Are you certain?"

"Of course, but..."

Crash.

A massive lightning bolt slashed through the night sky, illuminating Jiangcheng City in a ghastly white, thunder roared across the city.

Inside the car, Su Qing’s face was equally pale, his lips slightly moved, saying something unknown, with a hint of struggle in his eyes, yet seemingly resolved to some decision.

Once the thunder subsided, Su Qing laid down his phone with indifferent eyes, took a heavy breath, and rummaged through the glove box inside the car, finally finding half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Flick.

A flame arose, the cigarette was lit.

Su Qing casually lowered the car window, and the sound of rain poured in, swelling more fiercely.

[Sigh~~]

A puff of white smoke exhaled, the earthy dampness and cold wind waking him up.

At that moment, the narrator’s reminder echoed in his mind again.

[There is no absolute justice in this world, no matter in which era, the division of so-called classes occurs, unfairness happens all the time. The world is not black and white; being true to oneself is the highest choice.]

[Target’s identity confirmed; different choices will impact you differently, choose wisely!]

[Target identity is...]

Bang!!!

Su Qing smashed his hand heavily on the steering wheel, his gaze sharp, breathing heavily, shouting in anger:

"Enough!!"

[Choice made, target information concealed!]

The narrator’s prompts were never just hints; they always offered him choices, and it had been this way from the start.

Whenever he faced a major issue, the narrator appeared with prompts about different consequences based on his choices.

Regarding decision-making rights, the narrator never overstepped; actually, since last year each decision had been his own, and this time was no different. Only now, he made the decision without listening to the consequences of either choice.

Previously, he desperately wanted to know who the caller was, what their purpose was, and what means they had—but once he decided, he suddenly realized he didn’t want to know anymore.

Or rather, he was subconsciously rejecting this outcome.

What good would knowing do? Since it’s the last means to uphold justice, he might as well be an observer.

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