What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

You should know that this is an extremely secretive safe house among the Qi family's many peripheral businesses.

Apart from a few core executives, no outsiders knew about this location.

Moreover, it's already close to midnight, and the employees have long since gone home.

Even if an employee leaves something behind and comes back to retrieve it, they can open the door themselves with their access card.

Who could be knocking on this glass door at this time?

The old man also frowned. He quickly turned his head and met the middle-aged man's gaze.

Neither of them spoke, but in that instant, they both realized that something was amiss.

The middle-aged man slightly raised his chin and winked at the door, signaling the old man to go and see who was knocking.

The old man understood instantly.

He took a deep breath, instantly dispelling the air of old age emanating from him, replaced by a tense, alert demeanor like that of a cheetah.

He silently turned the doorknob, opened the mahogany door, and walked out of the inner room.

The old man's footsteps were so light that they didn't even make an echo as he walked through the rows of silent computer workstations in the darkness.

He slowly approached the frosted glass door that faced the corridor.

Through the shimmering reflections on the glass, he could vaguely make out a figure standing in the dim light of the corridor.

It was a somewhat round and chubby figure.

The old man squinted slightly, cautiously reached out, unlocked the electronic lock on the inside of the glass door, and pulled the door open a crack.

When the dim but visible light in the corridor fully illuminated the face of the person outside the door.

A look of astonishment appeared on the old man's deeply lined face.

He frowned slightly, a hint of extreme surprise flashing deep in his eyes.

He imagined that the people standing outside the door might be a fully armed commando team from the Bureau of Folklore, or he imagined that they might be killers who licked blood from the black market.

He even considered the possibility that the spy was sent by a competitor to probe his background.

But he never expected that it would be this person who came.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged, overweight man wearing an ordinary gray plaid shirt, with a slightly protruding belly and thinning hair.

This person was none other than the one who had worked at the Jiangcheng Funeral Home for over a decade, making a living at the bottom by greeting and seeing off guests, a nobody in the eyes of all the major powers—

Jiangcheng Funeral Home, Wang Tianxiang.

The dim light in the corridor shone on the chubby figure outside the door, casting a half-light and half-shadow on his shrewd and worldly face.

The moment the old man saw who it was, his pupils, which had been filled with wariness, suddenly contracted to the size of a dangerous pinhead.

As the most senior butler in the Qi family, he obviously recognized the "Wang Tianxiang" in front of him, who in the eyes of ordinary people was just a person who would only greet and see off guests.

The old man's cold expression vanished instantly, and he subconsciously took a half-step back.

He forcibly suppressed his astonishment, quickly forcing a polite expression that carried a hint of apprehension and probing, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Wang...? May I ask what brings you to our remote company so late at night?"

However, Director Wang didn't even glance at him.

Faced with the elderly man's subtle blocking of the doorway, Director Wang's slightly overweight figure simply slid forward casually.

This slide produced no whooshing sound of emanating energy, nor any astonishing sound of air being torn apart.

Like a slippery eel lurking in the shadows, it's incredibly slippery.

Before the old man could react, Director Wang had already slipped through the crack in the door and swaggered into the spacious outer office area.

He walked with his hands behind his back, strutting towards the small, brightly lit office, and said in an impatient tone:

"Enough with the nonsense, is Qi Chen inside? I need to talk to him."

Upon seeing this, the old man's expression changed slightly.

He instinctively turned around, flicked his wrist, and tried to grab Director Wang's shoulder to stop him.

However, at that moment, the voice of a middle-aged man came from behind the mahogany door of the inner room, interrupting the old man's actions.

"Old Wu, let him in."

Since Mr. Wang was able to sneak here so quietly, there was no way to stop him.

Upon hearing the patriarch's order, Old Wu had no choice but to abruptly stop what he was doing and disperse the internal energy surging into his palm.

He silently followed behind Director Wang into the small office.

After entering the office, Director Wang glanced at the middle-aged man behind the desk and muttered to himself:

"I knew you'd be here."

Then, without any regard for himself, he walked directly to the middle-aged man named Qi Chen, pulled up a large leather chair, and sat down casually.

At the same time, she also straightened the hem of her gray plaid shirt.

Qi Chen slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on Director Wang sitting opposite him.

He didn't offer tea as a formality, but spoke first, his tone accusatory:

"Mr. Wang, it's a bit against the rules for you to suddenly barge into my Qi family's private territory in the middle of the night, isn't it?"

Besides, if I remember correctly, we made a written agreement ten years ago when we were dealing with that old case.

We'll keep to ourselves and never see each other again.

Despite Qi Chen's questioning, Director Wang's snobbish smile remained unchanged.

He leaned back in his chair, extended a short, stubby finger, and wagged it, responding slowly and deliberately:

"First of all, I knocked on the door properly just now, without kicking your windows. That's called being polite before resorting to force."

Secondly, if you hadn't broken the rules first and hadn't been so bored as to come looking for trouble, I wouldn't have bothered staying up in the middle of the night to deal with you guys.

At this point, Director Wang's smile vanished, a glint of intimidating shrewdness flashing in his small eyes, and he stated bluntly:

Where is Zhang Zhiren?

Upon hearing this name, Qi Chen's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

But he quickly masked it, a perfectly timed look of doubt on his face, and asked in return:

"Give you trouble? What makes you think this is going to happen?"

Zhang Zhi? He's missing. You should report him to the police.

What does this have to do with our Qi family?

Mr. Wang has probably come to the wrong place.

Upon hearing this, Director Wang did not get angry, but instead let out a sneer through his nose.

He crossed his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Qi Chen as he slowly said:

Don't push your luck.

I came here first tonight because I was too lazy to do anything myself.

At this point, Director Wang paused for a moment, then gave a specific location:

"At the third fork in the road after the exit of the West Ring Expressway, there is an abandoned warehouse with a sign that says 'Hongfa Cold Chain,' but in reality, even the refrigeration compressor has never been turned on. It has two basement levels."