484: Bu Jin? Why is it you?!

Two Headed Vine's Aura towards Shen Bei was unknown.

But the two people inside the room were very calm.

Upon entering, the guest room was fully furnished with various items, including a sofa and a low table, as well as a bookshelf and potted plants.

There were also two people inside. One of them was a man in his forties, who looked quite handsome. Although he was middle-aged, he could still be called a beautiful man.

His brows bore some resemblance to Mu Feiran's.

Shen Bei only took one glance and was certain that this person should be Mu Feiran's father, Wood Lin, the owner of this pharmaceutical company.

The other person had his back to everyone, seemingly looking at books in the bookshelf.

He was wearing a black uniform and stood upright behind the sofa, looking like a bodyguard.

But he didn't quite seem like one; after all, no bodyguard would be so casual.

At this moment, the latter man, who looked like a bodyguard, attracted Shen Bei's attention even more.

Shen Bei couldn't immediately pinpoint what made him noteworthy. If he had to say, it was 'intuition.'

This term seems more common among Martial Artists, but ordinary people also have intuition, though it differs from the spirit-based intuition of Martial Artists.

An ordinary person's intuition is based on unconscious thought. If a person's brain is compared to a computer, then many of its programs work in the background, such as processing light information into images, and air vibrations into sounds. These are all programs working in the background.

And occasionally, a person's background programs will combine seemingly unrelated information to draw conclusions and push them to the foreground.

The conscious mind in the foreground cannot see the background's working process, so it perceives it as some kind of unreasoned intuition.

Shen Bei's current intuition told him that this bodyguard standing behind Wood Lin was likely a rare 'high-grade Martial Artist.'

Of course, there was also one more thing: Shen Bei felt that this person's back looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

If this person were to turn around and reveal his face, he should be able to remember who he was.

Shen Bei immediately focused his gaze on the bodyguard, watched for two seconds, then looked at Wood Lin and said, "I'm sorry, my associate doesn't understand the rules and kicked your door down. I suppose you don't mind?"

Two Headed Vine: ???

No, what does that mean?!

You were the one who kicked it!

Why are you suddenly throwing this dirty water on me without warning?

Wood Lin, however, did not respond immediately.

He pulled out a box of cigars from his pocket and used a cigar cutter to clip the cap.

He was clearly an experienced cigar smoker, clipping exactly one-eighth of an inch off the cap, no more, no less.

Striking a match, he held the cigar at a forty-five-degree angle and rotated it slightly about 2.5 cm from the flame, allowing the cigar to heat evenly.

Only after confirming that the foot was burning evenly did he extinguish the match.

Taking a small puff, he gently exhaled the smoke he held in his mouth, savoring the rich aroma that lingered.

Only then did he speak: "A door isn't worth much, but your attitudes are quite bad."

Two Headed Vine didn't humor his meekness and went straight to the point: "Stop pretending! Do we need to tell you what you've done?"

Wood Lin turned to Two Headed Vine, his tone neither warm nor cold: "Are you police officers? According to normal procedure, you should show your identification."

Two Headed Vine was stunned, seemingly stumped.

Right...

They weren't police officers and had no law enforcement authority.

Their purpose in coming was to collect evidence that Bianhe Pharmaceutical was developing the Mind's Eye Potion.

How did they end up in this office?

Shouldn't the normal route be to secretly go to that strictly guarded room to search?

Two Headed Vine only then realized that she seemed to have been led by the nose by the other party without realizing it, directly confronting the boss!

The procedure was all wrong!

Two Headed Vine's heart sank. Without evidence, what was the point of playing?!

Two Headed Vine slowly turned her head to look at Shen Bei, seemingly asking for help on how to proceed.

"The recent missing persons cases in the city, are you behind them?" Shen Bei asked directly, matter-of-factly.

"How could that be? This is the first I've heard of it." Wood Lin showed a surprised expression, as if he couldn't understand why he was being asked such a question.

Shen Bei leaned back on the sofa, smiling mischievously: "Alright, alright, you don't know, do you? Then I'll ask another question."

"Why are you asking the questions? Do you have the authority?" Wood Lin retorted.

Shen Bei said calmly: "By now, you should know that we are not here with good intentions. You know what you've done, whether you say it or not. But I also want to tell you, you're not leaving today. Either you explain, or you forfeit your life."

"Arrogant!"

Wood Lin took a puff of his cigar and exhaled the smoke directly into Shen Bei's face: "I can tell you clearly, I am just an ordinary person, but you have no right to be arrogant here!"

"I do." Shen Bei said faintly with one word.

Wood Lin narrowed his eyes: "How so?"

"Has Mu Feiran's funeral ended? If not... you and your son can be buried together, which would save some grave space."

This statement from Shen Bei was clearly filled with extreme provocation and challenge.

As soon as it was uttered.

Wood Lin's face suddenly changed, his eye sockets deep and dark, his eyes radiating an unspeakable rage.

Wood Lin had almost understood who the person in front of him was.

At this moment, the bodyguard, who had been facing away from everyone, also put down the book in his hand, placed it back in the bookshelf, and closed the glass door, as if the recent conversation had also caught his attention.

"You bastard!"

Wood Lin's face showed extreme fury and malice: "I didn't go looking for you, and you dare to come looking for death yourself!"

Shen Bei's pupils clearly showed a look of disdain: "You? You've already admitted you're an ordinary person, how will you make good on your big words?"

Wood Lin fiercely stubbed out his cigar, his tone harsh, like grinding steel, making one's scalp tingle: "Haven't you heard that money is omnipotent?"

"What, if you were to seek out the Headhunter Tribe, would the Apocalypse Cult also be willing?" Shen Bei retorted.

Just as Wood Lin was about to speak, the person behind him, who was suspected to be a "bodyguard," finally turned around.

"Mr. Mu has not pledged allegiance to any organization. We are merely in a cooperative relationship, and there are no bonds or frameworks in that regard."

Shen Bei looked up.

At that glance.

Shen Bei was suddenly startled.

His intuition had told him earlier that this bodyguard was not simple.

When Shen Bei saw who it was.

Indeed...

It was actually Bu Jin!

The mysterious Bu Jin who worked at the funeral home!

"It's you!"

Shen Bei whispered in disbelief.

Bu Jin, however, curved his lips: "Logically speaking, you shouldn't know me, should you?"

"Haha!"

Shen Bei slowly stood up: "I'm not pretending anymore, why is Master Bu Jin still pretending?"

"Alright, alright."

Bu Jin waved his hand, a spring-like expression on his face, adopting a kind and amiable demeanor: "Sit down first. You just want to know something, and there's no harm in telling you. And I'm also leaving this country, so we don't conflict."

Shen Bei: ???

What does this mean?