Chapter 143 - Chapter 143: Dealing with the Corpse
Chapter 143: Dealing with the Corpse
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Song Yin was uncertain about Song Fan’s motives as she observed her searching through the mercenaries’ belongings. In an attempt to interject, she said, “Sister, these people are drenched in blood. We should leave quickly.”
Song Fan, feigning deafness to Song Yin’s plea, continued her meticulous search. The more Song Yin observed, the more apprehensive she grew. She turned towards Song Ting and Song Kai, her eyes welling with tears.
The two brothers promptly rushed to Song Yin’s side, pulling her away from the disconcerting scene. Song Kai took out a tissue to wipe away Song Yin’s tears and tried to console her, saying, “If you’re frightened, don’t look anymore. I’ll escort you home.”
Song Ting concurred, asserting, “I’ll manage the situation here. You two can head home.”
Although Song Yin remained concerned that Song Fan might uncover something crucial, it would be suspicious to express a desire to stay. Consequently, she obediently followed Song Kai as he led her away from the alley.
Once Song Yin and Song Kai had departed, Song Ting retrieved his phone and ordered, “Surround the location I sent you. No one is allowed to enter.”
The voice on the other end of the line readily complied. Within minutes, the perimeter of the alley was cordoned off with a substantial barricade marked by a prominent maintenance sign.
With this task completed, Song Ting approached the lifeless mercenaries and
inquired, “What were you searching for?”
Song Fan bent down and meticulously combed through their belongings. “Anything that can prove their identity.”
Song Ting stood at the side and watched her flip after getting the answer. Song Fan was a little surprised that he didn’t say anything. For a moment, the two of them fell silent.
Song Fan continued to search the mercenaries, finding nothing aside from weapons. However, she noticed that they all bore the same tattoo, an image of a rose bush, inked on their chests.
This emblem served as a testament to their unwavering loyalty to their organization.
Song Fan was puzzled and attempted to recollect whether she had encountered this symbol before, given that she had been immersed in self-discovery lately and refrained from accepting mercenary assignments.
The mercenaries came and went rapidly. It was conceivable that a new organization had surfaced in her absence.
After a moment’s reflection, Song Fan confirmed that the tattoo was unfamiliar to her. She stood upright and turned to face Song Ting. “You appear remarkably composed after I killed someone.”
“You took action because these individuals posed a threat to your life,” Song Ting replied calmly. “It was justified.”
Song Fan was taken aback by Song Ting’s response. She had harbored the impression that he was unyielding when it came to disciplining her in her youth. He had always scolded her severely whenever she made a mistake. This was one of the reasons she had grown distant from him, as she believed he never listened to her explanations.
Unbeknownst to her, Song Ting had actually resented her in her childhood for not defending herself when mistreated. He expected her to be a more well-behaved child and not create problems that he had to resolve, which was why his reprimands had been so harsh.
Song Ting looked at Song Fan and felt a little lost. Over the years, he had sent money and various items to the countryside for Song Fan but had never personally gone to see her. He had deliberately distanced himself, fearing that his emotions would get the best of him, and he’d bring her back against his better judgment.
Seeing Song Fan now, grown and capable, was unexpected for him. Not only had she acquired skills like marksmanship, but she also displayed a fearlessness toward taking a life. Song Ting couldn’t help but wonder about her experiences during all those years, but he chose not to inquire further.
Song Fan, unaware of her brother’s thoughts, immediately made a call and said, “I’ll send you a location. Help me deal with the body. They’re all mercenaries and should be illegal immigrants.”
The voice on the other end of the line reassured, “Don’t worry. We’ll ensure these people disappear completely.”
From their conversation, it was evident that this wasn’t Song Fan’s first experience with such matters. Song Ting pulled her aside and asked, “What are you doing now?”
“Don’t ask. I won’t answer you,” Song Fan responded firmly. “I’ve managed to survive this long by taking care of myself. You don’t need to concern yourself with this. I’ll handle it.”
With that, Song Fan left abruptly. In truth, she could have told Song Ting that Song Yin was behind the assassination attempt, but she knew he wouldn’t believe her. Moreover, Song Yin had Meng Yu as her powerful backer, making it easy for her to deflect blame completely. Perhaps, they’d even accuse Song Fan of falsely accusing someone. Contemplating how the situation might unfold, Song Fan had no inclination to say more.
The hastily terminated assassination had left Song Yin sitting on the sofa in the Song residence, still in a state of disbelief. These were undoubtedly some of the world’s top mercenaries, yet they had failed to eliminate Song Fan. The thought of Song Fan’s continued existence fueled her intense hatred, making it impossible for her to sleep.
However, her immediate concern was extricating herself from this predicament. She couldn’t afford to let Song Ting and Song Kai discover her involvement in hiring the assassins.
She hurriedly went upstairs to call her mother and explain her actions. Meng Yu, on the other end of the line, responded with anger, “How could you do something so reckless? If you were going to do it, you should have devised a foolproof plan.”
“I despised Song Fan so much that I wanted her dead, so I acted impulsively,”
Song Yin sobbed. “Mommy, you have to help me..”