Dead... dead...
Under the moonlight, Zhao Douan's mind buzzed, and his thoughts delayed for a moment before he realized what had happened:
"Wang Chusheng? Dead? What happened?"
Chen Hong's face turned pale, he stared at him defensively, his aura weakened as if he had done something wrong, and said:
"It was about half an hour ago, when we suddenly received the news that he died suddenly in prison. It was a prison guard who noticed that he was motionless and came forward to check on him."
Zhao Douan took a step forward, his voice deep, "That's not what I'm asking! How could the man have died?"
His first thought was that the man had been silenced.
At this sensitive juncture, the sudden death of a key witness led him to such speculation.
Chen Hong clearly understood what concerned him and hurriedly explained:
