Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. "Really? Is that how we're talking now?" Should he have been expected to be shot dead for things to seem 'normal'?0

While Chen Mingtu dabbed medicine on his forehead wound, he sighed, "What I meant was that your actions were too conspicuous. Taking bullets like that will, no doubt, spark questions."0

Laying out the bullets from his pocket, Wang Xuan turned to Qing Mu, "Find me three bulletproof vests and a similar firearm. We need to recreate the scene."0

Qing Mu nodded thoughtfully. "That could be a plausible explanation." Instead of revisiting the harrowing event, he would present evidence: a vest marked by bullets and a bullet held as proof.0

As Wang Xuan suited up, he mentioned, "The downpour tonight has washed away all traces of blood. I've collected every piece of evidence, especially my nails. There's nothing left behind."0

But Chen Mingtu remained pensive. "It's a temporary cover, but be ready for a deeper probe."0

He planned to travel to the capital in the next couple of days. While Qing Mu would be tasked with presenting his 'injured' body to the authorities for recovery, Chen Mingtu's true purpose would be clandestine meetings with influential figures.0

"Wang Xiao" would shadow Chen Mingtu, staying away from external prying eyes. Wang Xuan's genuine identity would, for the time being, be detached...0