The corpse was soaked in blood, growing even more vivid red, much like a scene from an R-rated crime movie.

Wei Yi expressionlessly raised his hand and returned the spent bullet clip.

Du Enqin took it and handed it to her subordinate.

"Any thoughts? I don't mind being a listener."

Du Enqin mocked.

"Her siblings once left you no room to escape, now... you should be relieved, right? Doesn't it feel utterly satisfying?"

Not hiding anything anymore.

Have you forgotten what your main profession is?

Where's the semblance of running a hotel?

"Should I be thanking you?"

Wei Yi looked at Wei Hong's corpse, strangely feeling no sense of revenge fulfilled.

"No need to thank me, just be a bit friendlier to me in the future, and I'll be satisfied."

As he spoke, Du Enqin waved her hand.

Seeing this, a subordinate stepped forward, climbed onto the stool, and cut the rope tied to the beam with a knife.

Losing tension, the corpse crashed down into the pool of blood.

No one even attempted to catch it.

Completely disrespectful to the dead.

Aren't you afraid they'll come back as an evil ghost for revenge?

But these supernatural beings can only scare the kind-hearted. Among these people in the mudbrick house, which one isn't a living evil ghost?

"Will you take care of the body, or should I?"

Du Enqin asked leisurely.

Wei Yi gave her a silent look.

The person is dead.

What's the point of the corpse?

Isn't that perverse?

"Then I'll handle it."

Du Enqin smiled understandingly: "If the news accidentally leaks, you'd be in trouble. After all, General Jin is currently negotiating with the government."

Wei Yi fell into even greater silence.

Du Enqin's subordinates had already started handling the scene, bringing a large burlap sack.

"When did you know?"

Wei Yi watched them pack the corpse.

No matter how glorious one's life was, what does it matter?

In death, it's just a pile of rotting flesh.

"Know what?"

Du Enqin showed a puzzled look.

"The talks between the Allies and the government."

Wei Yi got straight to the point.

"Oh."

Du Enqin realized, also looking at the scene where the corpse was being bagged, "Didn't I just hear about it?"

A very poor act of playing dumb.

Or rather, very perfunctory.

Du Enqin glanced at him, "Deputy Officer Wei, such a big matter, and you didn't know?"

No matter if he knew or not before, it no longer mattered.

He's aware now.

There's no avoiding it.

Wei Hong made a grand spectacle of it; there's no room left to dodge.

"What's your thought?"

Du Enqin continued to ask, her demeanor calm, as if merely concerned friendly chatter.

When distributed over thousands of people, even the greatest hatred dissipates to almost nothing.

The Allies reaching a peace with the government seems unbelievable but is actually reasonable.

The power struggle between factions has no cause; it's purely interest-driven.

But for Wei Yi, the situation is a bit different.

No matter how high his position, he's essentially just an employee. He had previously fought tooth and nail for his company, inflicting heavy losses on competitors, but now the two companies suddenly want to form a strategic partnership.

On the larger scale, turning swords into plowshares is undoubtedly good, benefiting both companies, but how should he feel about it?

Alright.

Even if past grudges can be forgiven and forgotten, Wei Hong is now dead.

This seems to be intentional disruption of unity.

Thinking about it like this...

Why ask what he thinks?

Is the female owner of Peace Hotel really helping him?

Wei Hong's corpse was already bagged and carried off by two men, one at the head and one at the feet, but as to where they're taking it, whether to bury it locally, cremate it, or send it elsewhere, was unknown.

However, her death certainly wouldn't be so simple in meaning.

The significance of people differs vastly.

"Don't you have any psychological burdens?"

As Wei Hong's body was carried away, the surrounding subordinates spontaneously exited, leaving only the two big figures.

Wei Yi suddenly asked.

"Burden?"

Du Enqin puzzled, curious.

"A turncoat will never gain true trust."

Wei Yi continued, his expression as flat as a calm lake.

Du Enqin slightly frowned, even she needed a moment to comprehend it.

She smirked, "Why are you burning bridges? I just helped you get your revenge, and now you're scolding me for being a turncoat?"

Wei Yi stayed silent.

Du Enqin sighed softly, "No matter what you think of me, I don't accept the term 'turncoat.' You're not the only one in the world who knows gratitude."

She paused for a moment, then suddenly shifted the conversation, "But I'm not as lucky as you. I've always been the one abandoned. I feel like a rootless waterweed, just drifting along, not an opportunistic turncoat. I have no other desire; I just want to live."

This was quite a heartfelt confession.

Wei Yi remained silent.

"Hehe."

Du Enqin suddenly laughed, "Sorry, I was wrong, you don't seem very lucky either. Deputy Officer Wei, you and I do share a bit of a camaraderie in suffering, you were chased out by the Wei Family, hunted by their siblings, and now it seems you've become a pawn sacrificed for the greater good... Alas, but you're still better off than me, at least more glorious."

A killing intent directed at the heart.

Wei Yi's face didn't change, "Perhaps it's just a rumor; until it's officially announced, everything is in flux."

Du Enqin chuckled, scrutinizing him with interest, "Deputy Officer Wei, how did I never notice before how adorable you are."

The corners of her mouth turned up, "Do you really believe in the so-called 'flux'? I doubt it. If you did, why haven't you gone to see General Jin yet? Now those reports about your abuse of power are probably flying like snowflakes to General Jin, shouldn't you go back and explain? Moreover, your investigation progress also needs reporting, right?"

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