Chapter 637 - Funerael (2/2)
“This has nothing to do with you,” Xiao Luo responded, then turned and left the room.
There was no one else left there except the terrified maikos and Anpei, who had passed out from the pain.
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Xiao Luo had initially thought he could return home after rescuing the Lady Poison, Fu Yiren. However, the death of Xie Wenchang and his family left an indelible mark, and the nursery rhyme Xie Wenchang’s wife sang right before they died never ceased to linger in his ears. It was ironic that a nursery rhyme filled with notes of joy and happiness had become so haunting and bleak.
Xiao Luo would not rest until he eliminated everybody involved in the genetic engineering project, so his next stop was Mei Nation.
Xiao Luo chatted with Su Li over the phone as he walked down the street in a drizzle. He had spoken with her on WeChat almost every night. Perhaps it was his act of tyranny that day that had melted this ice mountain of a woman, but their relationship had very obviously blossomed. When they chatted, Xiao Luo would even call her his wife, and she never once objected.
Sometimes, Su Li would even take the initiative and update him on what she was doing by posting him some pictures of herself.
They were typical selfies of her having breakfast, having her afternoon tea, bringing Su Xiaobei out to have fun, or at work.
Xiao Luo felt like he was courting again. Undoubtedly their relationship had taken a turn for the better and was now much more than a contract. When he suggested to Su Li earlier in the day that they should tear up the marriage contract, she had given him a coy reply. That depends on how well you do, she wrote. And afterward, she even tagged on an emoji she loved using a lot—the one with the arrogant face.
As for his criminal charges and the news of his exploits circulating in the Ri Nation media, none of it reached his homeland. Perhaps the NSA had censored it, so Su Li had no idea what Xiao Luo was doing in Ri Nation. Of course, he hoped that she would never find out.
After chatting with Su Li, Xiao Luo immediately called Ji Siying.
“Mr. Xiao Luo!”
Ji Siying’s warm, gentle voice filtered over the phone.
“Siying, I need you to help me apply for a passport. I need to go to Mei Nation,” Xiao Luo instructed.
Ji Siying was a little puzzled. “You’re going to Mei Nation?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. The genetic engineering facility in Ri nation is linked to Mei Nation, so I’ll be going over there to deal with the people involved,” Xiao Luo replied. Everyone had to own up to their own mistakes, and he would hold anyone related to the genetic engineering experiments accountable. None of them would escape.
“I see.”
Ji Siying responded and nodded, knowing only too well that Xiao Luo would not relent once he had made up his mind. “Stay safe.”
“Mm,” Xiao Luo responded, then hung up.
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Right before he left, Xiao Luo went to Takahara Kei’s funeral.
It was drizzling on an early misty morning, and the memorial park was serene.
There were many people present at Takahara Kei’s funeral, and they were all dressed in black. They had a white flower pinned to the lapels of their jackets and held black umbrellas. They were associates, business partners, close friends, and relatives.
From afar, Xiao Luo could see Takahara Keika placing a bouquet of white flowers on top of the coffin before falling into the embrace of an aged lady, sobbing pitifully. The lady could not stop her tears from flowing either.
Xiao Luo was not too sure why he came here—perhaps he just wanted to have a look. Takahara Kei was the only target he did not want to take out. Perhaps, if the man had not committed suicide, Xiao Luo might have let him off the hook.
But one thing had formed in his mind.
Respect!
Xiao Luo’s expression of respect came from the bottom of his heart.
He was a man willing to put aside his pride and plead for time, for the sake of his daughter. This act of selflessness deserved the highest respect. Xiao Luo had had no intention of causing trouble for Takahara Kei after he left that day, and what he had said to the man had been nothing more than harsh words in the heat of the moment.