After they felt safe, Fang Youyuan called someone to request a car, with Elvis providing the coordinates.
Seeing the male corpse beginning to discolor, Jimo Cheng's expression turned grim, "Oh no..."
"Call the teacher, let's go to the crematorium first." Fang Youyuan looked at the male corpse, his face full of sorrow. Anyone knowing about such things would be distressed.
He handed his phone over, as Jimo Cheng's phone had already been broken into pieces during the fight with that man.
"Grandpa... yes, something happened. My senior and I need to go to the crematorium. Grandpa, would you please come?... You really have to come, we'll contact you by phone later." Jimo Cheng hung up the phone, looking miserable, "I wonder what Grandpa will think when he sees Dad..."
"The Jimo Family, it's probably over." Elvis took a phone from his bag, forcing a smile, "I thought he was so capable, so I had my friend leak information about this base to that organization..."
