Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Seeking Individuals, Dead or Alive (Part 2) I

Skinny shook his head. “I found something as well.”

Fatty moved his chair over to the center of the living room and we followed suit.

Fatty started, “I’ve found some confusing stuff.”

“Share, quick,” Skinny urged.

“How do you think the truck driver was trialed? He worked hard for his family, his wife is jobless, his child is still studying...”

“Didn’t the old man say that the driver killed his son and daughter-in-law? At least over 10 years of imprisonment, right?” I guessed.

“How then, do you think his grandson killed him?” Fatty questioned.

Something clicked in my mind. “You’re saying that the driver did not get a sentence after hitting them?”

“The old man tricked us. The driver drove when he was tired, but the old man’s son drove under the influence of drugs. What’s unexpected was the fact that the driver had a lawyer named Fang Tangjing, who charges 10,000 per appearance in court. A truck driver hiring such a costly lawyer? Isn’t that fishy?” Fatty laid out for us.

“10,000 dollars? Impressive,” Skinny noted.

“Actually, what I found is related to this,” I said.

“Come, let’s piece them all together,” Fatty responded.

“The old man left his company two years ago and his son took over. The son caused the company to lose 200,000,000 dollars in just half a year. A scoundrel through and through from what I gathered,” I summarized.

Skinny asked, “His son’s a bad person?”

“I also found out that the company has its own lawyer but he was absent that day. The old man did not get him to represent his son and daughter-in-law,” Fatty shared.

“That’s why they lost,” I concluded.

“There had been a few times where the old man invited Fang Tangjing to stand for the company when the company lawyer wasn’t around. Guys, do you understand what I’m saying? I think that the old man hired that driver to kill his own son and daughter-in-law,” Fatty inferred.

“Oh my God,” I exclaimed in disbelief.

“Not only that, but the final verdict was that his drugged son was the cause of the accident. The truck driver was required to pay a 10% compensation fee, but do you really think he can afford that?” Fatty questioned.

“The old man declined the money?” I asked.

Fatty only gave a bitter smile. “He declined the money. However, a month later, the truck driver bought a suite in the city center and paid it in full.”

“So it’s confirmed that the driver and the old man are in cahoots?” I clarified.

Fatty nodded. He said, “Let’s talk about the grandson now. He’s being sentenced to death for murdering the truck driver, right? But he’s very rich, shouldn’t he be able to get away with anything?”

I frowned. “What?”

“Just imagine. You’re a rich man and your only grandson is being trialed. Won’t you think about hiring the best lawyer to flip the case around?” Fatty argued.

“I’m guessing the old man didn’t do that?” I said.

“Yes, he didn’t do that. Even more suspiciously, the driver’s wife had Fang Tangjing as her lawyer,” Fatty added.

“You’re saying that the old man paid to get rid of his son, daughter-in-law, and his grandson? What for?” I asked, perplexed.

“There are pieces of evidence to support what I just claimed, but I’ll be guessing the rest. Didn’t the old man share that his wife died early?” Fatty began.

“You think the feud has something to do with his wife? Was he cuckolded by his wife?” Skinny grinned.

That seemed to be a plausible reason. Otherwise, I don’t know why else would he harm his own family.

“Why do you think he wants his grandson’s corpse? Do you still think he’s trying to rescue him?”

“Why do I feel like our investigations were for nothing? Should we still help him?” I questioned.

“We have enough information, and it fits my discovery as well,” Skinny remarked.

I told him, “Right, what did you find?”

“I didn’t find much on the dark web, but he’s been coughing a lot, right?” Skinny asked.

“Yes, I found the reason for that. He had been working on the front line a lot before he left the company. The employees there have health issues,” I relayed. “What did you find on the web?”

“His medical records from the hospital’s database. It’s easily hackable.” Skinny explained, “His records state that he hadn’t been wearing a mask at the factory so his lungs got infected over time. Putting this together with his motive becomes simple. It is also a big reason why he hired us.”

“Don’t beat around the bush!” I exclaimed, annoyed.

“He has panda blood, Rh negative. It’s been a year but there is still no compatible match for a lung transplant. His son and grandson became his target, naturally. He killed his son to save himself. He did not take into consideration the possibility that his son’s organs might be destroyed by the accident,” Skinny revealed.

“The old man said that he wanted to bury his grandson so he could have company upon his death. It looks like he’s after his grandson’s lungs, too. This is...” my voice trailed off as I shook my head.

“Can the lungs be transplanted after euthanasia?” Fatty asked.

“Yes. I read of such a case before. From what I see, since he’s still alive, he’s already done half a transplant. His records show an improvement, but I’m unable to dig for more information. He might’ve had the surgery done overseas. I suppose he’s about to complete the second half this time,” Skinny answered.

“Why didn’t he do it once and for all?” I asked, puzzled.

“Won’t he need to recover from the surgery? He can only change one side at a time, and his grandson is going to be supplying him with the other half,” Skinny added.

“Why couldn’t he have just discussed it with his grandson? Why does he need to go this far?” Fatty wondered.

“Think about it. If you’re already 80 years old and you want your 30-year-old grandson to donate a lung to you, would you want the whole world to know? What would the public think of you? Sacrificing your grandson’s youth for a few more years of life?” Skinny rationalized.

“I read that he’s done tons of charity work. Who would’ve thought that he’s this heartless?” I reflected.

“Now that we know all of these, what should we do?” Skinny asked.

“Let’s just do nothing and let them send him his grandson’s ashes,” Fatty suggested.

“Aren’t you afraid that he would seek revenge and turn us into ashes?” Skinny pointed out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

I proposed, “Or we could just finish the job, take the money, and live on carefreely.”

“Don’t you remember why we established this company in the first place? Are we really going to commit such evil deed? The old man has basically murdered his own son, daughter-in-law, and that driver,” Skinny argued.

Fatty supplied, “Do you think that we should reveal this to the public and get him arrested?”

“I don’t think we have enough concrete evidence to back up our claims,” I protested.

Skinny smiled. “We can make our own evidence. And then we can call the police.”