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Chapter 414 Xiaoliu, remember to wear mourning clothes
Two gunshots rang out like thunderbolts from the blue sky, exploding in this cramped bedroom.

In an instant, the atmosphere that was originally tense to the extreme was ruthlessly torn apart and fell straight into a dark abyss of blood and death.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu's bodies convulsed as if struck by lightning.

Then he fell straight back and landed heavily on the floor with a dull and creepy sound, as if it was the death knell of fate.

Blood, like a raging torrent bursting through a dam, gushed out from the wounds on their bodies and spread wantonly on the wooden floor.

The dazzling crimson color was like the bloody mouth of a devil, greedily devouring everything around it.

It gradually turned into a shocking pool of blood, shrouding the entire room in the shadow of death.

Xiaoliu stood by the bed and witnessed this sudden change. Her eyes widened instantly, her pupils shrank sharply, and a hint of intense shock flashed in her eyes for a moment.

However, this shock was like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting.

She did not let out a shrill scream, nor did she rush forward like a mad person.

Instead, she just stood there silently, the expression on her face quickly cooling to become indifferent and calm.

It was as if the bloody scene before her was just an imaginary play that had nothing to do with her.

She bit her lower lip slightly. Her lips, which had once been so beautiful and tender, had now completely lost their color and turned as pale as paper.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he was trying his best to suppress the imperceptible complex emotions deep in his heart and not let them show up easily.

Shen Lang put away his gun calmly. He didn't have the time to waste with the two of them.

It would be better to just shoot him to death.

As for the driver outside, he had already secretly killed him with his Qi.

Then he reached out and grabbed the stunned Xiaoliu, and asked, "Do you want to come with me?"

Xiaoliu did not struggle, but just silently let Shen Lang pull him.

His eyes lingered briefly on the bodies of Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu, and a trace of unspeakable emotion flashed across his gaze. Then he turned decisively and hurriedly left the room with Shen Lang.

The two of them were like two ghosts hiding in the darkness, silently blending into the vast night and disappearing without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Lu's men finally arrived in a hurry.

When they saw that the driver outside the door had been dead for a long time, they were immediately frightened.

When they entered the bedroom, the strong smell of blood hit them in the face and suffocated them instantly.

Inside the house, Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang lay quietly on the ground. Their blood had dried up and solidified into dark red patches on the floor, like a dry riverbed.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they were about to die with their eyes open.

The body was cold, stiff and lifeless, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

The murderer had disappeared without a trace, and the entire room seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious fog.

"This...what's going on?" One of the men said in a trembling voice, with endless fear and confusion, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, as if he couldn't believe the cruel and almost absurd scene before him.

"Hurry up and call the Second Master!"

"The weather is about to change, quickly notify the Second Master!"

"Who did it? We must find the murderer and avenge Third Master and First Master!"

Mr. Lu's men searched the house frantically, trying to find any clues about the murderer.

They carefully checked every corner and turned over every item, not missing any clues.

However, it was all in vain.

The entire room was hopelessly clean, leaving no trace pointing to the murderer, as if the murderer had never appeared there.

When Brother Zhang heard that Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu were both dead, he felt secretly delighted.

Because he and Mr. Lu had been at odds for a long time, although he wanted to find an opportunity to kill Mr. Lu, he never did it.

But he didn't expect that someone would actually kill these two people. This was both good news and bad news for him.

The good news is that I can definitely take advantage of this opportunity to become the boss.

The bad news is that other people in the gang might suspect him of doing it.

But wealth is found in danger.

In order not to reveal his thoughts in front of others, his face instantly became as gloomy as ink, like the sky before a storm.

He slammed the table, causing the teacup on the table to jump up high, splashing tea all over the table.
"How can this be! How dare they kill my eldest brother and third brother? They simply don't take our Qing Gang seriously!" His voice was low and angry, like a roaring beast.

Zhang Erge shouted angrily: "Someone come!"

Several men responded, "Second Master, please give your orders."

"Issue a reward this evening, promising a five-hundred-dollar reward for anyone who can provide clues leading to the murderer!" Second Brother Zhang ordered coldly, "Have everyone in the gang mobilize their brothers to search. We must find the murderer who killed Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang."

He added, "Go and notify the police station and ask them to find a way to find the murderer." "Yes!"

"Get the car ready, I want to go see the bodies of my eldest and third brothers!"

Although it was already evening, this shocking news quickly spread to every corner of Shanghai like wildfire.

In particular, Brother Zhang issued a reward notice overnight, promising that anyone who could provide clues about the murderer would be rewarded handsomely. The reward was so generous that it was enough to drive many people in Shanghai crazy.

At the same time, the police station also received the news.

The police station did not dare to be negligent. They were well aware of the complexity and seriousness of the case. If it was not handled properly, Shanghai would probably fall into chaos and all forces would be caught in endless fighting.

The police were quickly summoned and investigations were carried out all night long.

The next morning.

As the dawn breaks, the weak sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick fog on Shanghai Beach and sprinkles on the streets and alleys.

However, the dawn of a new day did not bring any tranquility or peace to the city.

Editors from major newspapers, like sharks smelling blood, worked overnight to publish the mysterious deaths of Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu on the front page of their newspapers with eye-catching headlines.

On the front page of Shen Bao, a headline in white letters on a black background was particularly eye-catching: "Shocking! Two Shanghai giants died mysteriously, and the mysterious murderer is at large."

The article describes in detail the bloody scene at the crime scene, and also reviews the life stories of Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu and their influence in Shanghai.

The words reveal shock and concern about the case, and at the same time call on all sectors of society to provide clues to assist the police in solving the case.

The Shenjiang Evening News published an article titled "Dark Night Blood Case: The Mystery of the Dual Deaths of a Green Gang Leader and a Business Tycoon". It not only reported the case itself, but also boldly speculated that there might be a complex power struggle behind it, suggesting that Shanghai is about to usher in a turbulent situation with unpredictable changes.

Newsboys gathered at the door of the newspaper office early in the morning, carrying stacks of newspapers that smelled of ink in their arms, and rushed to the streets impatiently.

Their childish voices echoed through the streets and alleys, and their cries were like heavy hammers, striking the hearts of every Shanghai citizen:
"Breaking News! Breaking News! Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu have been brutally murdered. The situation in Shanghai has suddenly changed! Come and see!"

"Sir, please buy a newspaper. Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang were murdered last night."

"Madam, please buy a newspaper..."

Passersby stopped what they were doing, took out a few copper coins, took the newspapers from the newsboy, and while reading the contents of the newspapers, they whispered to each other, their faces full of astonishment and fear.

Office workers were also attracted by the newsboys' cries, and hurriedly bought a newspaper, and couldn't wait to read it on their way to work. Their originally hurried pace unconsciously slowed down as they immersed themselves in this shocking news.

At the headquarters of the Green Gang, Brother Zhang stayed awake all night.

He sat on the armchair with a gloomy face, puffing away smoke.

The men around him didn't dare to breathe and waited quietly for his instructions.

"Listen up," Second Brother Zhang finally spoke, his voice low and cold. "This case concerns the reputation of our Green Gang. We must solve it as soon as possible. No matter the cost, we must find the murderer. At the same time, keep a close eye on the movements of the various gangs to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble."

The subordinates nodded in agreement and then left.

When people from all walks of life in Shanghai learned about this mysterious case, they immediately started talking about it. Various speculations came flooding in, and the streets and alleys were filled with heated discussions about the case.

In a luxurious cafe, a group of wealthy businessmen dressed in gorgeous clothes sat together, sipping coffee and whispering.

"In my opinion, this is definitely a conspiracy by hostile forces. Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu have offended many people in the business world. Perhaps someone killed them in order to compete for territory and interests."

A wealthy businessman with a mustache frowned and spoke solemnly, his eyes revealing a hint of worry, as if he was worried that he would become the next target.

"It could also be a murder of passion," a seductively dressed woman beside her whispered. She took a sip of her coffee and said, "I heard that Mr. Wang's wife, Xiaoliu, was very promiscuous. Perhaps her affair was discovered, leading to this tragedy."

Her voice was soft, but it was like dropping a stone into a calm lake, causing whispers from those around her.

"Maybe it was the Japanese who did it. I heard that the Japanese approached Mr. Lu about opening a bank, but he refused."

"Shh, be careful with your words. The Japanese concession is nearby. Don't let anyone hear you."

"..."

In a teahouse on the street, a group of ordinary people were also having a heated discussion.

On the street, several rickshaw drivers gathered together. One of them scratched his head and said, "This is too weird. Two prominent figures died in such an unclear manner. How can Shanghai ever have peace again?"

Another driver added, "Maybe it's God's will, punishing those who have done evil."

"What does this have to do with us? Let's think about how to attract more people." Someone said sarcastically.

"..."

At this time, Shen Lang was sitting on the sofa at home, leisurely flipping through the newspaper that had just been delivered.

He glanced at the newspaper report on the case he had fabricated, then turned to look at Xiaoliu: "Since you are Lao Wang's wife, you should go back and prepare for a funeral. Remember to wear mourning clothes."

If you want to be pretty, be filial.

Then there will be another widow storyline.

If Old Wang knew about this in the afterlife, he would definitely be moved to tears.

(End of this chapter)