Chapter 803 - 682: What’s Wrong with the Murderer?!

Chapter 803: Chapter 682: What’s Wrong with the Murderer?!

He naturally turned his head, his gaze landing on Wang Xinfa’s face across from him. The smile on his face deepened slightly, and he said:

"Alas, look at me, my information is outdated. I still haven’t unraveled the ins and outs of the whole affair, my mind is a tangled mess. Why don’t you, Mr. Wang, help me sort it out?"

Wang Xinfa sneered inwardly, "This old fox, indeed, came straight at me from the start."

Just as he was about to respond, Zhang Deming, as if afraid he’d deny, laughed and eagerly added:

"Mr. Wang, don’t overthink. I just heard that you happened to be at the Jade Garden last night. Isn’t it a coincidence, right at the crime scene? You must have the clearest understanding.

Perhaps you saw the killer last night."

Zhang Deming’s words seemed offhandedly casual but were highly venomous, essentially tying Wang Xinfa to the crime scene.

As soon as he finished, several Members of Parliament, who had been keeping their thoughts to themselves, knowing full well what happened last night, suddenly acted surprised as if hearing it for the first time, all eyes focused on Wang Xinfa, filled with inquiry, suspicion, and inexplicable meanings.

This was an unspoken understanding; no prior collusion was needed. This is the most basic skill in the field of power.

They might not harbor the same intense malice towards Wang Xinfa as Zhang Deming does, but if Zhang Deming indeed bites hard on Wang Xinfa, tearing a rift, then they absolutely wouldn’t mind taking advantage.

Wang Xinfa naturally knew how perilous this was. At this table, each seemingly harmless confrontation might hide deadly threats.

Answering a single question improperly, falling into a carefully woven trap by others, then he wouldn’t just face Zhang Deming alone but a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks pouncing on him.

He scanned the crowd, showing no trace of panic, instead issuing a cold laugh, speaking with mock sarcasm:

"Mr. Zhang, be precise when speaking and pay attention to evidence.

I heard something happened at Jade Garden, so I rushed there immediately. After all, I’m still young and energetic; upon hearing something might have happened to a special agent, how could I sleep a wink?

Sadly, I arrived a step late, the scene was already devoid of the culprit’s trace, only devastation remained... truly shameful."

Then he looked at Zhang Deming, his tone turning "concerned":

"On the other hand, Mr. Zhang, since you’re getting older and recently your energy seems dwindling, I think you should prioritize your health.

Why not go home and rest well, wait until we reach some preliminary conclusions here, then notify you, how about that?"

His words, borrowing Zhang Deming’s, subtly implied Zhang Deming was too old and frail for heavy responsibilities.

Zhang Deming’s face momentarily darkened imperceptibly.

His biggest advantage over Wang Xinfa was his much older seniority, deeper connections and roots.

But conversely, isn’t seniority also his biggest disadvantage?

Older seniority means he might have grabbed more cards from the table, yet fewer opportunities to play them, Wang Xinfa was precisely poking at his sore spot.

Zhang Deming furrowed his brows deeply, yet still forced a smile, following the topic:

"Ah, is that so? Then I must be forgetting things, heard the news wrong.

Alas, can’t compare with Mr. Wang who’s young, strong, and vigorous... even managed to have a son at this age, truly worth congratulating."

He seemed to admit his mistake, but his words carried hidden meanings.

A Member of Parliament nearby couldn’t resist a slight laugh, then "kindly" corrected:

"Mr. Zhang, look, you’ve misspoken again. Mr. Wang didn’t ’have’ a son but ’acknowledged’ one last night.

Although, it is quite a coincidence, heard it also happened at Jade Garden?"

Wang Xinfa’s face darkened as he looked at the speaking Member of Parliament, knowing this person had sided with Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming immediately feigned realization, patting his wrinkled forehead, sighed, and said:

"Oh, right, right! Look at my memory, I misspoke, it was acknowledging a son... acknowledging a son... hmm, it was the warden of the former Second Prison, Qian Huan, right?

Heard he miraculously woke up last night? Ah, what a coincidence the timing was."

What exactly it coincided with, Zhang Deming deliberately left unstated, but every Member of Parliament present naturally understood his malicious insinuation.

Whether this insinuation was logical or had solid evidence didn’t matter, what mattered was: could it serve as a ’pretext’ to attack Wang Xinfa?

Zhang Deming, indeed, steeped in the realm of power for years, had long mastered its rules and human nature.

With a few words, he handed an invisible dagger to all Members of Parliament present.

Even if the dagger was currently invisible, even made of plastic, still...

If everyone was willing to exert together, the voice of many could be gold; then the invisible dagger could coalesce into a tangible weapon that can hurt, and a plastic one could stab lethally when most critical.

Wang Xinfa felt a chill in his heart, clearly sensing some MPs’ gaze towards him changed subtly, more scrutinizing and questioning.

Sure enough, the next moment, another MP jumped out to ask:

"Congratulations on the birth of your son, Mr. Wang, but I heard your son lives in a villa right next door to the special agent’s villa?

So, since you were late going there and didn’t run into the killer, could your son possibly..."

Before he could finish, Wang Xinfa unceremoniously interrupted in a cold voice:

"I’m sorry to disappoint you.

Qian Huan has only regained consciousness, but his body functions are far from recovered; he couldn’t possibly leave the medical pod, and he still needs to soak in nutrient fluid to sustain his life.

He can’t even move around, how could he see outside?"

Straight after, another MP laughingly followed up with probing force:

"Ha ha, Mr. Wang misunderstood, there’s no need for Qian Huan to go out personally to observe.

Isn’t there anyone else in his villa? The maids, the bodyguards, healthcare personnel... any one of them could just sneak a peek outside and see everything clearly, couldn’t they?"

Wang Xinfa deeply glanced at the new speaking MP; truthfully, he was internally wishing for Qian Huan and Li Hanyu to vanish immediately.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to defend them as hard as he could, refusing to allow any dirt to be thrown onto this mother and child, or else the fire would soon reach him.

One could only say that Qian Huan calling him "Dad" was well-timed and worthwhile.

Wang Xinfa took a deep breath, suppressing his annoyance and anger, forcing a sarcastic smile, refuting methodically:

"Firstly, you were mistaken about one point; it wasn’t next door, it was the next-door-but-one, with a villa and a large green space in between, quite far from the center of the crime scene, nothing close to neighboring.

He continued, his tone becoming indisputable.

"Secondly, because Qian Huan needs absolute quiet for recuperation, his villa recently had complete soundproof renovation, very effective.

So, no one inside heard any strange noises from outside."

"Finally, and most importantly!!!"

Wang Xinfa’s gaze swept across the room, emphasizing:

"No one inside, during the crime time, ever went out.

All security tasks inside the villa are handled entirely by the professional security team under ’Bright Group,’ and the locks of the doors at night were sealed shut.

If any of the Members of Parliament have doubts, you can look up the detailed record made by the Patrol Office last night, or directly contact Lu Chenjia, the person in charge of ’Bright Group,’ to verify the situation."

Wang Xinfa refuted each point, not with powerful force, but crucially bringing up the Bright Group.