Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: The Bizarre Suicide

To say that Xiao Luo would kill himself, Wu Limin himself didn’t believe it.

But the crux of the matter was that Xiao Luo really did commit suicide, or to put it bluntly, he brought about his own demise.

Today, his men had found Xiao Luo’s whereabouts—he had run off to Donglin—his aunt had married someone there.

After a tense search, everyone was finally certain that Xiao Luo was hiding in a small district on the outskirts of the city.

Having identified the specific room, President Wu’s men came up with a nasty plan: they cut the fiber optic cable entering that room, waiting for Xiao Luo to come out to check what had happened so they could overpower him.

However, Xiao Luo was very patient—perhaps he didn’t watch TV or use WIFI.

In any case, the lights were on in the room, and everyone waited for half an hour but the other party didn’t come out.

The people discussed and then went upstairs to knock on the door, “Telecom service… Is your fiber optic cable broken?”

Xiao Luo opened the door, but it had a chain across it. When he realized that outside his peephole’s field of view, a bunch of young men were packed in tight, he turned around without a word and ran. Seeing this, the people outside tried to push the door open to rush in.

Regrettably, the iron chain on the door held everyone back for two or three seconds—by the time they broke in, they found the balcony window wide open—Xiao Luo, that bastard, had reacted too quickly and jumped out the window to escape.

The window he jumped from was on the second floor. The people Wu Limin had hired were not novices. They had considered that the other party might escape by jumping out the window, so they left two men watching at the corner.

But as soon as Xiao Luo jumped down, he didn’t get up again.

The ground outside the building was hardened, but from just the second floor… how badly could someone be injured?

The people went over to take a look and were instantly dumbfounded; some heartless person had scattered soybeans all over the ground.

You can imagine that if it weren’t for the weak or sick, a normal young man jumping from the second floor could, at worst, break a leg, and at the most extreme… a compound fracture. That’s about as bad as it could get.

At worst, add a minor concussion.

But the ground below was covered in soybeans, which was a terrible situation, making it impossible to stand firm.

Even on flat ground, if you encountered this situation, falling backward with the back of your head hitting the ground might cause a concussion.

Xiao Luo didn’t manage to keep his balance either; he hit his head straight on the concrete and struggled for a bit before he stopped breathing.

The people Wu Limin had brought in were now really in trouble, and he would have to spend some money to settle this matter.

However, that wasn’t the main problem; he was now worried about how to explain to Feng Jun—that the person wasn’t thrown down by us.

Telling the truth would definitely be fine, but the other party had to believe it.

If it were simply an accidental death, the matter could be left at that. But the key issue was that Feng Jun wanted to figure out who was targeting him.

Falling from the second floor could kill a strapping young lad? Or to put it another way, why was there a layer of soybeans on what should have been clear ground?

Was it really an accident, or was it murder to silence someone?

In this day and age of the rule of law, everything is about evidence, but some who have the ability to flip the table like to play with their own internal judgement, especially those involved in the underworld—who are particularly numerous.

President Feng was one who possessed such ability, and he had ample reason to do so.

As expected, when Feng Jun heard this, a touch of sarcasm appeared on his face, “I’ve noticed that you’re particularly fond of talking about evidence.”

Manager Chang had called him yesterday, asking for evidence that it was the Wu Family who had approached Liu Hong. Now, it was the same again, trying to pass off Xiao Luo’s death as accidental— if you want to prove it was the Wu Family’s doing, where’s your evidence?

President Wu panicked; although he acted all high and mighty in front of his followers, he really lacked the ability to make decisive calls on the spot and could only keep explaining, “President Feng, it really was just an accident… Just give me a few more days, and I’ll show you the evidence.”

I don’t need you to prove anything; I can prove my innocence, isn’t that enough?

Feng Jun stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, “Do I look like I’m particularly easy to bully and that everyone wants to take a shot at me?”

Wu Limin looked like he was about to cry, “President Feng, what are you talking about? I truly am sincere about solving this problem.”

“Your sincerity lies in having someone killed?” Feng Jun asked indifferently, then sighed, “President Wu, don’t blame me for being overbearing… but I’m definitely going to take this matter seriously.”

One cannot control one’s fate in the underworld. The jade business he was handling involved vast amounts of cash, and who knows how many people were watching him, even drawing attention from certain individuals in the capital.

It’s true, his ultimate goal was cultivation. Having achieved his initial startup accumulation, he was no longer focused on the jade business. But he absolutely would not give up on this business.

There were many reasons not to give up, but the most fundamental one was something he didn’t even dare to contemplate too much: Will my extraordinary adventures continue, or will they disappear without warning at some moment?

Feng Jun always paid close attention to budgeting, spending more when he had money and less when he didn’t. Even at his most strained moments, he still had over ten thousand in his card account.

Therefore, he naturally had to consider that if his cultivation failed and his fortuitous encounter flew away, he would still need to continue living on Earth.

From this perspective, he actually envied the protagonists in web novels with systems. Setting aside those system missions, at least those protagonists could be sure whether their fortuitous encounters would suddenly vanish.

But he had no one—not a single system—to ask.

If Feng Jun wanted to make more money and leave himself a backup plan in real life, he must face up to others’ covetous stares. Should trouble arise, he would have to strike back fiercely and directly, crushing the unwarranted hopes of certain individuals.

People develop bad habits through indulgence. Not to go too far back, just take the recent days as an example—how many tests and probes had he encountered? In Xiyin City’s slum area, on Mount Zhige, when facing Ye Shao from the capital… if he had given in even slightly, the consequences would have been unimaginable. A man is not guilty for carrying treasure, but he invites tragedy by doing so!

He had given Liu Hong a plane ticket, but he still intended to uncover the mastermind behind the scenes.

Wu Limin continued to beg desperately, “President Feng, I really don’t have the courage to do these things. Can you give me a few more days, please?”

“I don’t want to make things difficult for you, I truly don’t,” Feng Jun spoke expressionlessly, but such an attitude oddly made him seem more credible, “but I don’t want anyone to think I’m easy to fool… I can’t afford to lose that face.”

Then he glanced at the other party lightly, “I’ll make a phone call, which will also give you an opportunity to carefully consider… You still have time to take back what you said just now.”

Regardless of whether Wu Shao was involved in the mischief, he was giving the other party a chance to repent, which was also a sign of his sense of propriety in dealing with matters.

He then rose and went outside to make a call.

Before Wu Shao could say anything, his mobile phone rang—it was his father Wu Jianguo calling.

President Wu had also heard about the incident—how could such a big issue not alarm him?

He called his son because he wanted to know Feng Jun’s reaction.

After hearing his son’s account, he pondered for a long time before speaking, “This guy runs an illegal mine, just like your dad, and fears being targeted. But while I opt for peaceful wealth, he opts for a striking presence… This is due to the different natures of our businesses, understand?”

Wu Limin had a confused look on his face, and hesitantly replied, “I don’t quite understand.”

“Ah,” Wu Jianguo sighed in frustration, but this time, he didn’t scold his son. Instead, he patiently clarified, “Put it this way, it’s normal for him not to let this matter go… Once you open this can of worms, it’s hard to contain.”

“He’s not like your dad, who can mingle and curry favor with people. The kind of business he’s in depends on the strength of his fists.”

Wu Limin was not too obtuse, “So, I just continue to treat him with utmost respect?”

“That’s right,” Wu Jianguo affirmed with approval for his son, “Don’t be too stressed. As long as you maintain the proper attitude… he has to consider that the Wu Family is not to be trifled with.”

“Absolutely, don’t worry,” Wu Limin finally managed a sigh of relief, feeling less on edge with his father’s backing.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jianguo also let out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he was not as composed as he appeared; after all, someone had died. He had to deal with the authorities, especially since the person fixating on the issue was running an illegal mining operation.

In such times, he had to alleviate his son’s stress. Despite often scolding his son harshly, he had his son’s best interests at heart—ultimately, it was his own flesh and blood, and he could be very patient when it was time to clear up his son’s confusion.

Wu Jianguo’s final words were not about confronting the other party head-on. Facing two formidable foes, the cost of a confrontation was too high.

Zhang Wei Hong, skilled at sending plane tickets, had already exerted considerable pressure on him. Still, through Tian Laosan, there was some possibility of negotiation. However, upon close inspection, he realized that Feng Jun himself was no saint, with a ruthless heart and extraordinary combat prowess.

Wu Jianguo knew his son well, aware of his timidity. Even with his own words, he figured Xiao Min would simply breathe a sigh of relief, with no courage to provoke the other side.

As expected, after hanging up the phone, Wu Limin still felt somewhat uneasy, contemplating how to exhibit a proper attitude.

Just then, Manager Chang walked in, “Eh, where’s President Feng?”

“He’s gone to make a phone call,” Wu Limin told her. His eyes shifted slightly, and he spoke earnestly, “Sister Chang, there was a bit of an issue on my end. You must take good care of President Feng for me, accompany him for a few more drinks… I’ll be grateful.”

“Have a few more drinks?” Manager Chang looked at him, pondering over his words. As for the “bit of an issue” he mentioned, she took note, but since he did not elaborate, she chose not to inquire—some things are better left unknown.

What she cared about was how much she should drink, so she expressed her difficulty, “My alcohol tolerance… isn’t that great either.”

“You can do it, I know,” Wu Shao spoke with a smile, “At most you’ll just get drunk, unconscious of the world, right? I’ll appreciate that.”

Manager Chang understood his words, and somehow, her heart didn’t seem very resistant. After all, President Feng had the looks, the physique, and the wealth—he was both young and rich, attractive qualities for women.

What’s most rare is that this guy was from the underworld, with overwhelming force and an imposing presence—an irresistible sense of security for women who frequented entertainment venues.