Zhou Muning was not as nervous now, and looked at Tang Songyuan again and asked:
"Who are you, and why do I feel that all your actions today are very suspicious?"
Tang Songyuan curled his lips helplessly and said, "Who I am is not important at all now. The most important thing now is to handle Zhu Zhixin's funeral affairs."
"This is your territory, and you don't want this to become a hotbed for the spread of the virus."
"I'll explain it to you after I finish dealing with these things, okay?"
Zhou Muning stared at him with sharp eyes for a few seconds, and finally said: "Okay, I'll wait!"
"Brother Yong, come and cooperate with him to deal with this matter..."
The strong man in black suit responded, turned around and found the plastic sheet and a large bag that Tang Song Yuan wanted.
He also wore a mask, but handed the things to Tang Songyuan but did not dare to go in.
After all, what is lying inside now is a large virus source.
This was in line with Tang Songyuan's wishes. He calmly carried the plastic sheet and bag and re-entered the room without saying a word.
Now is the best opportunity!
Tang Songyuan opened his perspective and observed the movements of the people outside the door. He picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed Zhu Zhixin in the chest. He stabbed his chest accurately and took out the knife. The metal ball inside.
The mysterious ball was also not stained with a trace of blood. Tang Songyuan held it in his hand, but it was as light as nothing.
"Got it!"
Tang Songyuan was so happy that he quickly hid the ball on himself.
The whole process took less than five seconds, and then the body of Zhu Zhixin began to be processed.
About ten minutes later, Tang Songyuan put on rubber gloves and dragged the bag containing Zhu Zhixin's body out.
Zhou Muning and the strong man in black suit named Brother Yong both took a step back in fear.
With the strength of Tang, Song and Yuan, it was extremely easy for him to pick up the bag alone, but in order to cover up, he still hid his clumsiness.
"Don't be afraid, it's wrapped very tightly..."
Tang Songyuan smiled and said, "Brother Yong, come and help me!"
Brother Yong hesitated but didn't dare to take action. He backed away and said, "I'll drive the car to the door. You should drag the bag over."
Tang, Song and Yuan didn't care, dragging their pockets and walking out.
Zhou Muning watched him leave and began to find someone to come over to carry out a comprehensive disinfecting operation.
...
Tang Songyuan struggled to throw the body bag into the trunk of the car driven by Brother Yong. Brother Yong greeted him to get in the car, and then drove all the way towards the outskirts of Los Angeles.
The Western Kingdom is vast and sparsely populated, so it was easy for the two of them to find an open space without human habitation.
A pit was simply dug, but Tang, Song and Yuan took action and dragged the body bag into the pit.
Brother Yong poured gasoline on it and lit it skillfully.
Black smoke billowed up, and the two of them stood guard by the side until Zhu Zhixin's whole body was burned to ashes. Then they buried and eliminated the traces and drove back slowly.
"Is Brother Yong Chinese or Chinese?"
On the way back, Tang Songyuan took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Chinese, I am already the third generation here..." Brother Yong answered casually.
From chatting, Tang Songyuan learned the general situation of this Chinese gang.
This gang was established in the 1970s and 1980s. Its influence spreads throughout Los Angeles's Chinatown, and it has a considerable say in the Chinese circles on the entire West Coast.
And Zhou Muning's grandfather was one of the founders of the gang.
Zhou Muning's sister is Zhou Muyue, and she is the worst one among the four girls who were bullied by Zhu Zhixin.
There is also Brother Yong whose surname is Huang and whose name is Huang Yong. He is one of the thugs of the Zhou family.
Returning to the Zhou family's property, Tang Songyuan discovered that this place was actually a relatively large nightclub.
According to Brother Yong, the Zhou family has four nightclubs of this size in Chinatown, Los Angeles.
At this time, the store had completed a large-scale disinfection. Brother Yong brought Tang Songyuan into a large office.
Pushing the door open he said:
"Miss, everything has been taken care of..."
Zhou Muning had washed herself and put on clean and smart clothes.
She has healthy wheat-colored skin, clear and translucent eyes, and her face without makeup looks heroic.
It’s not that men are better than men.
"Sit down!" Zhou Muning crossed her legs, folded her hands on her chest, and looked at Tang Song Yuandao with sharp eyes.
Brother Yong withdrew at the right time, while Tang Songyuan sat down calmly.
Zhou Muning asked: "What is your relationship with that Zhu Zhixin?"
Tang Songyuan had already guessed that she would ask this question, but asked instead: "Where is my friend Franco?"
Zhou Muning raised her eyebrows and said, "He went back first and asked you to go to his antique shop to find him after you get out of here."
"Only if you can walk out of here safely..."
There was no fear on Tang Songyuan's face and he said calmly: "I came from the Magic City because of one of Zhu Zhixin's school girls. She is a poker friend I met in Las Vegas."
"She told me that Zhu Zhixin has a very good project on hand. I happen to be free recently, so I came over to check it out in person."
"I met with him yesterday afternoon at a café on Winslow Street, but he didn't show me concrete results."
"Later I found out that his so-called project was actually related to a highly contagious virus..."
Before she finished speaking, Zhou Muning interrupted: "Okay, Mr. Tang, I don't want to hear you telling me stories here. I'm not as naive as my sister."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of paper from the table next to her, glanced at it, and handed it to Tang Song Yuandao:
"You can take a look for yourself. Maybe if there is anything missing, you can fill it in for me."
Tang Songyuan picked it up and saw that this piece of paper actually recorded some of his personal information and some of his experiences in the Western Kingdom.
For example, he participated in the container treasure hunt at the Port of Long Beach, participated in the suitcase treasure hunt competition and won the championship, and also won 10 million US dollars in one night in Las Vegas, etc...
Of course, there are also many things that are not recorded, such as his killing of Itatoshi Inoshima, a case that even the police can't figure out now.
Tang Songyuan smiled softly and said: "There is nothing to add. Doesn't the information you found prove that I am a responsible person?"
"On the face of it, it does!"
The expression on Zhou Muning's face did not change, and she said again:
"But I saw it with my own eyes when you took the weapon from my hand and stabbed Zhu Zhixin."
"If I guess correctly, you should be a very skilled master."
"Are you interested in working for me?"
Tang Songyuan was amused by her words, and the expression on his face became playful, and he said:
"No interest. At the same time, I also want to ask you a question."
"Are you interested in working for me?"
