The results of the truck collision case came out quickly.

The unexpected result was that the truck driver was fine and was indeed driving under the influence, but it was indeed an accident.

The real problem was the car following them.

There is a bomb hidden in the car, ready to crash into the car at the intersection and detonate the bomb.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by a truck instead of stealing the chicken.

The bomb was detonated on the spot, so the explosion occurred.

As for the two people in the car, their families had already collected the money.

It is equivalent to exchanging life for money, and you will definitely die with him.

When s came to report, Mr. Qiao looked calm and closed the document in his hand unhurriedly.

The slender white knuckles tapped the table slowly.

One sound, another sound, and another sound.

It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.

"Have you found out who it is?"

His voice was calm, and his deep gaze fell quietly on the withered roses on the ground outside the window.

The dim color seemed to have chilled his cold features.

He was cold, but his complexion was still warm and white, as if he never had a bad temper.

S, who is responsible for secret affairs, always bowed respectfully and answered: "It's Mr. Qiao..."

The results were no surprise.

S said: "Mr. Second was very cunning this time. He asked the Lin family, who had enmity with us before, to take action. He provided funds behind the scenes in the name of the project."

The method is a bit clever, but he probably never thought of it...

Mr. Qiao still has a somewhat black background.

If you use your contacts to check, you can still find out something.

Mr. Qiao, who has always had a gentle temper, had a pale face and stared at the withered roses outside the window with dark eyes.

Almost no unnecessary emotions are shown.

Joy and anger cannot be expressed in color.

He didn't speak for a long time, and he kept his posture like this.

Until, there was a knock on the silent study door.

Outside, Uncle Wang's voice came, breaking the excessive silence in the room.

"Sir, Mr. Second has sent a gift and said that he wants you to open it in person."

Mr. Qiao raised his eyes calmly.

S accepted it and went to open the door.

Uncle Wang came in holding a wrapped gift box.

Almost instantly, S was keenly aware of the smell of blood.

His expression immediately became cold and solemn, he held Uncle Wang's movements down and looked at Qiao Fuxing.

"Sir, it may be dangerous."

Uncle Wang quickly stopped: "Don't worry, sir, there is no bomb. We have already checked it."

"It's when we scan through the X-ray... inside..."

He hesitated, "It's like a hand."

Mr. Qiao, who was sitting in the office chair, had light eyebrows and remained calm.

His deep gaze fell on the gift box, his expression remained gentle and unchanged.

He just tapped the desktop and said in a calm tone: "Open it and take a look."

s immediately followed suit.

Once the gift box was opened, indeed, there was no bomb.

The smell of blood was so strong that it made you vomit out last night's dinner.

s only glanced at it, and then took out a greeting card attached to it.

Most of the greeting card has been stained red by blood, and the black writing and ink have been smudged and blended with the blood.

The color contrast is great, and the contrast is extremely cold.

It was so cold and inhumane, downright crazy.

s scanned the words above and then looked at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang also saw the content on it and was shocked.

The two people looked at each other, their expressions were a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!