Chen Cheng took a deep breath, and the air around him seemed to have solidified.
He understood Chen Donghai's fear; as Jin Baogen's white glove, Deng Xiong handled all the shady operations, and now that Deng Xiong was dead, who would be next?
This fear, akin to a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, was enough to devour one's rationality.
"Xiao Hai," Chen Cheng called out.
Chen Donghai leaned forward, "Mr. Chen."
"Don't panic, we need to find out exactly what happened that led Deng Xiong to this path." Chen Cheng tapped on his phone screen.
Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu had once, to varying degrees, dealt with Deng Xiong, and now that a living person was gone, both of their complexions turned pale.
Chen Cheng closed his eyes and thought for a while; the incident happened last night, even Chen Donghai saw the news, so Jin Baogen must have known right away.
