bayedsolid Chapter 169 Qiao Qin's Concern
Chapter 169 Qiao Qin's Concern
Huo Yan's eyes, as deep as a dark pool, flickered slightly, and in an instant, his thoughts were pulled back to the memories of two years ago.
Huo Ziyang also died in that cold detention center, and also died of a heart attack. This striking similarity ignited a raging anger in Huo Yan's heart.
Huo Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions. He held the phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and said solemnly to Assistant Yan on the other end: "Block the news, and don't let the media know a single detail. Also, immediately arrange for someone to thoroughly investigate the truth behind Mr. Huo's death, and don't let any details slip by!"
After saying that, he decisively hung up the phone.
At this moment, he stood there quietly, his posture upright but revealing an exhaustion that was hard to conceal. The air around him seemed to have frozen, and his thoughts were like a tangled mess, unable to be cut or sorted out.
This mysterious organization was like an invisible black hand. Whenever he was about to touch the dawn of truth, it would ruthlessly cut off all clues, leaving him in endless darkness and confusion again.
However, Huo Yan secretly swore in his heart that no matter how great the price, he would find out the truth of that year, uproot this mysterious organization, and make them receive the punishment they deserve.
Huo Yan tried hard to adjust his expression and squeeze out a smile, not wanting his bad mood to ruin the warm and beautiful atmosphere in the ward. The moment he stepped into the ward, the warm sunlight shone through the window onto the ground, forming a mottled light and shadow.
In the ward, Qiao Qin was sitting by the bed, looking at the newborn baby tenderly. When she raised her head and her eyes met Huo Yan's, she keenly noticed that he was different. Although Huo Yan tried his best to hide the trace of worry and fatigue, it still could not escape Qiao Qin's concerned eyes.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Qin asked softly, her voice as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake in spring, filled with endless care and worry.
Huo Yan shook his head slightly, pretending to be calm, with the corners of his mouth raised, trying to squeeze out a seemingly relaxed smile: "It's nothing serious, there are some minor problems in the company, I can handle it."
Qiao Qin looked at him, her eyes full of concern, but she chose to believe him and did not ask any further questions.
Huo Yan lowered his head and his eyes fell on the chubby baby. The baby was sleeping quietly, his little face was as cute as an angel, and his skin was so tender that it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it. His slightly trembling eyelashes, small nose, and rosy lips, every part of him made people feel pity and love.
But at this moment, his heart had already flown to investigating the death of Mr. Huo Sanye.
After a moment, Huo Yan hurriedly said goodbye to everyone in the ward. His steps were firm and rapid, as if each step carried a huge mission. The sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the quiet corridor, as if it was the echo of his firm determination.
Huo Yan gathered his most capable assistants in a confidential meeting room. The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, blocking the sunlight from the window, making the room seem a little dark and depressing.
Huo Yan's face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm, and he said sternly: "Bring me all the surveillance videos of Mr. Huo San in prison, including those around him. Don't let a single one go."
The assistants quickly took action, and the entire conference room was filled with a tense and serious atmosphere. The sounds of keyboard tapping and file shuffling intertwined, as if it was the prelude to a race against time.
Huo Yan personally checked the surveillance video, not blinking, not missing any subtle movements and expressions. His eyes were sharp and focused, as if he wanted to see through the screen to see through all the hidden secrets.
However, what made him angry was that there were gaps in the surveillance during the critical time period.
"Someone definitely did this on purpose!"
Huo Yan slammed his fist on the table, and the loud noise echoed in the quiet conference room, as if it was the roar of his inner anger. Veins popped out on his forehead, and his face turned red with anger.
His eyes, burning with anger, swept over everyone present, and then he began to check everyone who had contact with Mr. Huo Sanye, from prison guards to prisoners, not missing any possible clues. Every name, every face, kept flashing through his mind, and he wanted to find the black hand hidden behind the scenes from this vast crowd.
After an in-depth investigation, it was finally discovered that a new prison guard had behaved abnormally on the day of Mr. Huo's death.
Huo Yan immediately had the prison guard brought to him.
At this moment, the prison guard was trembling under the pressure of Huo Yan's powerful aura, like a leaf swaying in the wind. His eyes were full of fear and panic, and he didn't dare to look Huo Yan in the eye.
Huo Yan stared at the trembling prison guard in front of him with a sharp gaze, and shouted in a cold voice: "Tell me! Who ordered you to do this?"
The guard's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, as if they were tears of fear in his heart. He stammered, "I... I don't know. Someone gave me a large sum of money to turn off the surveillance at that time. I really don't know anything else."
Huo Yan snorted coldly, and the voice seemed to come from the judgment of hell, chilling and piercing: "Do you think you can escape the crime like this? Think carefully about what clues you can provide, otherwise you will never get out of prison in this life."
The guard's face turned pale, as if he could see his dark future. He tried hard to recall, and finally, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he trembled and said, "Oh, that person has a black birthmark on the back of his neck."
Huo Yan's heart was shocked, and the figure of the mysterious man he had met before flashed through his mind. The same position, the same birthmark, but later when Mr. Huo was caught, he thought that man was Mr. Huo, but he didn't expect that it was someone else.
Sure enough, Mr. Huo’s death must be related to that mysterious organization.
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"And... there's a black scorpion tattoo on his arm." The man in front of him spoke again, his voice trembling, "I've told you everything I know. Mr. Huo's death really has nothing to do with me."
A hint of darkness flashed across Huo Yan's eyes. His intuition told him that the scorpion tattoo was a crucial clue.
So he immediately called Assistant Yan, his voice urgent and decisive: "Use all resources to help me find a young man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm."
Although Assistant Yan looked confused, his loyalty and trust in Huo Yan over the years made him carry out the task decisively without any hesitation.
In the next few days, Huo Yan worked almost without sleep and devoted himself to the investigation.
His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was full of fatigue, and there was a green stubble on his chin. But his eyes were still firm, and he never flinched.
Finally, through continuous investigation, Huo Yan found a suspicious person named Rex, who often hangs out in entertainment venues, owes a huge debt, and is in urgent need of making a lot of money.
Huo Yan's eyes instantly became sharp, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey. Regardless of whether it was him or not, he had to go there in person. At this moment, the phone rang in his ears.
He saw the note on the screen and immediately pressed the answer button, his voice unconsciously adding a hint of tenderness: "Xiao Qin, what's wrong?"
There was silence for two seconds, and then he spoke.
"Huo Yan, has the company been busy recently? You haven't come to the hospital for several days." Qiao Qin's tone was a little concerned, and there was also a little worry in her voice. She sighed softly on the other end of the phone, as if that sigh could travel through time and space and land in Huo Yan's heart.
Huo Yan hummed softly: "Sorry, there's been a difficult thing recently. Is the baby okay?"
"Very good, very well behaved, not crying or making a fuss." Qiao Qin said with a smile, her voice full of tenderness. Then she reminded him, "Then you should take care of yourself and don't work too hard, okay?"
Her words were like the warm sunshine in winter, falling into Huo Yan's ears, bringing him great warmth.
Huo Yan lowered his eyes and opened his thin lips slightly: "When I'm done with this busy period, there's something I want to tell you."
"Okay." Qiao Qin agreed immediately, with a slight curl of her lips: "I'll wait for you."
Huo Yan's breathing became slightly heavy, and at that moment, he even wanted to rush to the hospital and hug Qiao Qin tightly. However, his strong rationality stopped him.
Because only by completely resolving the current crisis can he give his beloved and family whom he cherishes a stable and happy future.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yan's eyes became more determined.
He took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and strode out of the office.
"Go to Zeus Casino."
Huo Yan said to the driver in the driving seat that that was where Rex often appeared, and if they were lucky they might be able to find him directly.