Chapter 988 A Life For A Life
All at once, Clarissa had it figured out.
As she thought about it, her expression changed.
Suddenly, she squatted down and examined the back of the dead man's head once more. At this time, she had already concluded the reason for the man's death.
Anderson saw her change in expression and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
As she shook her head, she replied, "Call the police and get the forensic doctor to check it out. Don't worry about calling the police. Aunt Chantel is not responsible for his death."
Her words sent Chantel into a panic.
"Clarissa, you can't call the police. It's a crime to kill someone. If you call the police, I'll be ruined for life."
Even though the Jordan family's power and influence were wide, Chantel could not expect Anderson or her parents to bend the law for her crimes.
Clarissa saw Chantel's reaction and patted her hand to reassure her, "Don't worry. You didn't kill him."
"Really?"
Clarissa's confidence caught Anderson by surprise. At the same time, he could guess what she was getting at.
Then, he turned and faced the group of burly men, "Are you all right with reporting to the police?"
The group of men exchanged dismal glances. Among them, there were two who looked at each other guiltily.
Then, the group of them furiously shouted, "No way! This is an underworld matter and must be settled here. What's with reporting to the police? You either pay compensation or this woman's life is ours. A life for a life. Otherwise, no one can leave here!"
When Anderson heard this threat, his eyes turned cold.
Fearing that violence would erupt between the two parties, Mr. Jenkins stepped forward to try and smoothen things out.
"Hey! Everyone listen to me for a minute. This matter is not likely to be Miss Jordan's fault. Perhaps you didn't know, this friend of yours was in a fierce street fight last night. I just noticed a huge lump on the back of his head. I strongly suspect that this is a blood clot in his head. Yesterday, he was all right. Today, there was a blockage, and he died. This has nothing to do with Miss Jordan. After all, she is a weak woman. How could she possibly push him? Your friend is a T-style boxing master. There's no way that she defeated him, right?"
The men in the other party were furious with Mr. Jenkins' explanation and started yelling,
"What? Are you saying that you don't want to pay money?"
Even though Mr. Jenkins was a bold traveler, he was physically a weak businessman.
As soon as the other party showed off their strength, he cowed and retreated.
As Mr. Jenkins retreated, he kept smiling apologetically and explained, "No, that's not what I meant. It's just..."
"All right, that's enough. Either you pay with money or you pay with your life! Make your choice!"
Finally, it dawned on Anderson.
All the other party wanted was to extort money and not justice for the dead man.
Since money was what they wanted, Anderson was in no hurry.
Anderson helped Clarissa walk over to the sofa next to Chantel and sat down. Then, he calmly looked at the other party.
"If you want money, get your boss out here. I'll talk to your boss."
The other party could not believe their ears.
They could not believe that Anderson could be so calm and compose in a situation like this.
The other party was lost and looked at each other in confusion.
At this moment, a cheerful voice came over the confusion.
"Who is looking for me?"
Instantly, the crowd moved aside to let a handsome young man walk past from the outside.
The group of arrogant men differentially went over and greeted him, "Boss."
The young man waved them away. He looked at the couple sitting on the sofa and gave a big smile.
"Anderson, it's you."
Anderson gave a guarded smile.
"Ha ha ha ha. What a pleasant surprise! I never expect to meet you here after all these years."
As the other party spoke, he then walked over and gave Anderson a bear hug.
The entire room of people was stunned, and no one knew what was happening.
Anderson fended him off with dislike and replied with a smile, "That's enough. I also didn't think I would run into you here. So, you didn't go and do research. How did you end up running a pub in a place like this?"
It was clear that Anderson and the other party were familiar with each other.
The man smiled and replied, "It's hard to explain."
Then, he turned around and asked his men what just happened.
Although the other party's men were still a bit dazed, they still managed to relate what had happened to him.
The other party was perturbed. He looked at Anderson. Then, he shifted his gaze to Chantel. Finally, his gaze was fixated on the dead man.
"Get the forensic doctor over and find out how he died."
It was clear that he had something on his mind and did not look very pleased.
Shocked at his response, the subordinate instinctively wanted to resist, "Boss..."
"Get on with it!"
The young man shouted and the subordinate immediately obeyed, "Yes."
Then, he ordered the dead body to be carried down.
After that, the rest of the crowd dispersed to enjoy themselves as there was nothing to watch anymore.
The blood had not even dry from the homicide that just happened, but the pub was in full swing as if nothing had happened.
The young man walked over and invited Anderson, "This place is messed up. Let's go elsewhere to chat."
After suggesting that, he brought them to a quiet private room on the first floor.
It was hard to believe that there was a big private room on the first floor of a filthy underground pub such as this.
One side of the private room was the door and the wall. The other side was an all-glass virtual garden, which gave an ethereal feeling to the visitors.
The young man was smiling as he brought them in, "Don't laugh. I built this sanctuary for me to rest. The pub below is too noisy not only for you but for me too."
Once the door was closed, the noise from outside was completely cut off.
With a smile on his face, the young man spoke "To build this room, I have added ten layers of soundproofing. Can you feel the effect and quietness here?"
All of them nodded.
After surveying the four corners, Anderson turned and spoke to the young man.
"Do tell me. How did you end up here? I remember back then you joined your seniors in the research team. How did you end up in a place like this?"
With an intriguing smile, the young man reassured them, "No hurry. Take a seat first, and I'll make you a pot of tea."
He then told Anderson and the others to sit on the sofa in the garden before leaving to brew tea.
When the young man was busy making tea, Chantel could not contain her curiosity and whispered, "Anderson, who is he? You guys met before?"
In a disinterested tone, Anderson answered, "His name is Raylan Osborn. We used to be classmates. I majored in Finance. He majored in Biochemistry research. But, we haven't met for many years now."
Expressing her surprise, Chantel said, "Research? He must be talented. How come he..."
Even Chantel felt that the young man was talented, and Anderson felt the same.
This thought made Anderson gloomy.
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