"Chief Leung, this is a police station case, what are you doing here?"
Chief Liang stared at Chen Hede with bloodshot eyes, "Since when has the police station been allowed to kill people at will?"
Zhu Zhishui pulled away Director Liang's hand, saying, "Director Liang is joking. This case is taken very seriously by the higher-ups. Anyone who obstructs the investigation will be killed without exception. This is the consul's order."
Director Liang suppressed the anger in his eyes. "What? The opium was discovered in a French church, the silver was transported to France, and now the French are the ones who want to smash the pot after they've eaten their fill?"
Zhu Zhishui smiled and said, "Director Liang, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? The French Concession has always banned opium, so how could it be involved in the opium trade? Director Liang, don't talk nonsense."
As he spoke, he pulled Chen Hede behind him, and a large number of police officers came in to clean up the scene.
Only now did Xu Zhuohua understand why Chen Hede was so determined to kill Liang Shaozun and why he dared to deceive Cheng Muyun.
He has someone backing him up.
The French consul, the head of the French Concession, could act tyrannically and even overturn the pot after he was full.
No one dared to interfere with them; they could do whatever they wanted on this land.
The Liang family worked for the French, but were eventually abandoned by them and even used as a tool to win over Chen Hede.
Xu Zhuohua finally witnessed the darkness of the world.
Director Liang couldn't afford to offend the consul, so he could only let the police take the person away. When the police were about to move the body, he got angry.
"Don't move! Are you even going to take my son's body away?"
Chen Hede chuckled softly and turned to leave.
Zhu Zhishui said, "Director Liang, rest assured, we will definitely handle the case impartially. Once the case is closed, we will definitely send Young Master Liang's remains back to your residence."
Xu Zhuohua stared at Chen Hede's retreating figure, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
A beam of light descended from behind him, resting on his shoulder. He walked slowly, his shoulder swaying slightly, his steps light, as if a burden had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders, yet also like a prisoner sentenced to death, walking alone towards the dark hell.
With Liang Shaozun dead, history is no longer what it used to be. Chen Hede has sided with the French Concession. Will he continue to protect those who have been arrested?
Now that Liang Shaozun is dead, will Cheng Muyun still be affected? Is it possible for him to change for the better?
Can history be changed?
Xu Zhuohua looked up at the clear sky. At that moment, she felt the sunlight was too bright for her to see clearly. She was caught up in the conflict and couldn't extricate herself.
It seems that from this moment on, she was no longer a bystander in history, but a participant.
Cheng Yuguang reached out and put his hand on Director Liang's shoulder. "Old Liang, please accept my condolences."
The loss of a child in middle age is a pain that a man cannot express.
Cheng Yuguang already had suspicions about the Liang family killing Cheng Muchuan, and now seeing his old friend's son lying dead on the spot, he couldn't help but recall the painful past.
Director Liang abruptly shook off Cheng Yuguang's hand, "It's all because of your good-for-nothing son! He insisted on hanging around with the police and investigating opium. Otherwise, my son wouldn't have died!"
Cheng Mu lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes. Blood was still seeping from the bandages tied behind his back. He opened his mouth, but it was as if there were thorns stuck in his throat, and he could not explain himself.
At this moment, he still didn't know whether Liang Shaozun had actually killed Cheng Muchuan. Had he really been deceived?
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