novelraw Chapter 220 : Things Have Become Troublesome
Chapter 220 : Things Have Become Troublesome
Chapter 220: Things Have Become Troublesome
"What did you say? Say it again?"
Chen Fan was skeptical that he had heard correctly.
On the other end of the phone, Fang Ling repeated, "I said Huang Xiaobo is dead. Just now."
"He was found by a group of people at his rented room and beaten to death with clubs."
"His wife was also severely beaten and is currently in the intensive care unit of the hospital, unconscious."
Chen Fan was now fully awake and alert.
"Are you sure about this information?"
"How did you find out?"
Fang Ling quickly explained, "Didn't you ask me to help you investigate Huang Xiaobo's debtors?"
"So I used my connections to look into it, but before I could find anything, Huang Xiaobo was killed..."
"Wait a minute. I'll call you back in five minutes."
After hanging up, Chen Fan changed his clothes while climbing down from the top bunk.
"What's up, Old Chen? What's going on?" Ma Xiaoshuai, who was on the bottom bunk, woke up groggily and asked.
"Nothing, you can keep sleeping."
Seeing Chen Fan changing his clothes, Ma Xiaoshuai asked directly, "Are you going out?"
Chen Fan leaned over to Ma Xiaoshuai and said in a low voice, "Keep it down, don't wake everyone else."
"That guy surnamed Huang is dead."
"Which Huang are you..." Ma Xiaoshuai's drowsy eyes suddenly widened.
"You mean..."
Chen Fan nodded.
"When did this happen?"
"It must have been just now."
Ma Xiaoshuai sat up abruptly. "This is bad, you're in trouble now. They'll definitely suspect you first."
"Where are you going now?"
Chen Fan's phone in his pocket started vibrating. It was Ding Dian calling. Ding Dian must have received the news too.
Chen Fan didn't answer the call, but instead explained to Ma Xiaoshuai, "I need to go to the club."
Ma Xiaoshuai immediately stood up, "I'll drive and go with you."
"No need. You can't help, just keep sleeping. I'll contact you if there's any news."
"Then take my car keys and go with my car."
Ma Xiaoshuai suddenly got up, took the car keys from the bookshelf, and tossed them to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan caught the keys, "Thanks."
Chen Fan quietly closed the dormitory door and walked downstairs while taking out his phone.
It was Ding Dian's third call.
"Hello, it's me."
"I just got the news..."
"I already know. I'm heading to the club now."
Ding Dian: "I'm also heading to the club."
"Okay, let's meet up and talk then."
"Sure."
After hanging up, Chen Fan went downstairs to the first floor and found the dormitory auntie. He made up an excuse that he had diarrhea and was about to faint, so he needed to go to the school clinic for medicine.
The auntie didn't give Chen Fan a hard time and let him sign out before opening the door for him to leave.
Once outside, Chen Fan found Ma Xiaoshuai's car, started it, and drove towards the school gate.
At the same time, he took out his phone and called Fang Ling again.
"Hello."
Chen Fan: "How did you find out?"
"What?"
"How did you find out that Huang Xiaobo died?"
Fang Ling: "Didn't you ask me to investigate his debtors? So I had someone look into it, but of course, I originally wanted to help you find out where this guy lived..."
I understand now.
It was a coincidence that the person Fang Ling sent happened to come across the murder in progress.
Chen Fan drove out of the school and floored the accelerator.
"Do you know who did it?"
Fang Ling: "No, they had their faces covered."
"A guy like Huang Xiaobo, who's addicted to gambling and can't quit, could have offended anyone he came into contact with, since he mingles with all kinds of shady people. But..."
Fang Ling's voice suddenly paused.
"Chen Fan, are you really not the one who did this?"
Chen Fan: ????
"You suspect me?"
Fang Ling analyzed on her own, "But I don't think it's very likely."
"You just called me to investigate Huang Xiaobo's debtors, you couldn't have turned around and sent a hitman right after, could you?"
"Or did you purposely make that call to me so I could provide you with an alibi?"
On the other end of the phone, Fang Ling seemed to have thought of something and suddenly shrieked.
"Oh my god, if that's really the case, then you're way too cold-blooded and ruthless."
Chen Fan was dumbfounded.
"Can you please watch fewer TV dramas in your daily lives?"
Fang Ling: "It really wasn't you?"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth: "No."
Fang Ling let out a long sigh of relief, "That's great. As long as it's not you, that's fine. Otherwise, I would have thought I fell for a ruthless little man..."
"Oh wait, that's not right."
Fang Ling suddenly realized: "Even if you didn't do it, with something like this happening suddenly, the police will definitely suspect you first, won't they?"
Fang Ling shrieked: "Ah? Chen Fan, you're in trouble..."
Chen Fan had already hung up the phone, with no more time to continue the idle chatter.
He drove all the way to the club, which had already closed at this hour, with only a few night-shift security guards still patrolling.
The gatekeeper recognized Chen Fan and let him in without hesitation.
As soon as Chen Fan's car pulled up to the office building, Old Feng came running over.
Upon seeing each other, Chen Fan stared at Old Feng and asked, "Huang Xiaobo is dead, was it you who did it?"
Old Feng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.
"No."
"Boss, you didn't give the order, so I wouldn't take action on my own."
Chen Fan nodded, based on his understanding of Old Feng, he didn't think it would be him either.
Could it be that he was just overthinking it?
Was this purely a coincidence, with the heavens helping him get rid of this scoundrel?
But why did he still have this uneasy premonition?
Chen Fan glanced at Feng Pojun and continued asking, "These past two days, did the club's security guards go and bother them at all?"
Feng Pojun immediately explained, "Following your and Manager Ding's instructions, I told the security guards to only monitor the situation. As long as they don't enter the club premises, the guards won't actively intervene."
Chen Fan thought for a moment and then instructed, "Go and make a copy of the surveillance footage from the club entrance over the past two days."
Feng Pojun immediately asked, "Boss, are you worried... that this is a conspiracy?"
But who would use their own life as bait in a conspiracy?
Chen Fan shook his head, "I don't know either."
"Hopefully, I'm just overthinking it."
As he spoke, the sound of police sirens came from outside the club.
Soon after, a few uniformed police officers strode into the club.
"Who is the club owner, Chen Fan?"
Chen Fan walked over, "That's me."
"You are Chen Fan?"
"Yes." Chen Fan looked at the four police officers in front of him.
"Officers, is there something wrong?"
One of the policemen spoke coldly, "Someone has accused you of hiring a hitman to commit murder. Come with us."
Chen Fan looked puzzled, "May I ask who accused me?"
This police officer clearly recognized this place and knew that this club had recently been in the spotlight and covered in the news media.
So he didn't give Chen Fan a hard time, and instead provided a bit more explanation.
"You know Huang Xiaobo, right?"
Chen Fan nodded: "You could say I know him. The land for this club was bought from Huang Xiaobo and his wife."
"These past few days, they felt they sold it at a loss and have been causing trouble at the club entrance, but I ignored them."
The police officer stared at Chen Fan, "Huang Xiaobo is dead."
"He was beaten to death by a group of masked people tonight."
Chen Fan shrugged, "For a degenerate gambler like him to die, is that really so surprising? Who knows how many enemies he had."
"What grounds do you have to suspect me?"
The police officer's next words left Chen Fan dumbfounded.
"Huang Xiaobo's wife has woken up in the hospital, and she insists that it was you who ordered the hit."
"So, come with us."
Chen Fan: "..."