Luo Shu released Hunter He's hand, waiting for further explanation.
Hunter stretched out his right hand, opening and closing it as if admiring a work of art. "You're right. This hand is the real reason."
"When I was younger, an enemy cut off my right hand. Hardly anyone knows because I've always worn a prosthetic and gloves, rarely using my right hand."
"But the pain—the kind that aches in rainy weather and the psychological sting—it's never gone away…" he said. "Vincent and my daughter told me that if their research succeeded, I could have a 'real' hand again, one made from my own cells, with no side effects, even better than my left hand."
Luo Shu nodded in admiration. "Seems like it worked." The surgical feat alone sounded hellishly complex.
"Yes, it worked," Hunter said, his voice low. "Vincent himself performed the surgery, claiming that this hand was grown from my cells in a lab. But now I realize that might not have been the full truth."
With a clinical tone, Luo Shu pointed out, "You know, Mr. He, cloning a single organ or limb is exceptionally hard. It might be possible in the future, but right now… no. Cloning a whole person, however, and then harvesting parts from them, is much easier. And if Vincent was a savvy businessman, he'd inevitably go down that path."
Even a hardened man like Hunter He felt a wave of nausea at this revelation. The thought reminded him of his daughter's previous boyfriend, the British doctor—equally sickening in his own way.
Hunter's voice turned cold. "My suspicions align with yours. I've told you everything I know. So, what's your next move?"
Luo Shu shot him a look that seemed to say, Have you forgotten already? "I'm here to solve the case, remember?"
Hunter, despite everything, still struggled to trust this bold young man.
"How are you planning to do that?" he finally asked.
Luo Shu paused to think. Now, with two missions to fulfill, he realized that completing the hidden quest—finding the cloning facility and unraveling Yvonne He's death—would likely solve the main storyline as well. The key lay with Yvonne.
He asked, "Mr. He, be honest. What do you think really happened with your daughter? Why is there a clone of her dead body? Was she staging her own death, or…?"
Hunter's expression turned stony, his fear of betrayal evident. "I want to believe Vincent kidnapped her, for reasons I can't yet understand," he muttered. The implication was clear: he'd rather believe she was in danger than think she had deceived him.
"Alright, I know how to proceed," Luo Shu replied, now determined. Seeing the seriousness in Hunter's face, he asked, "How much manpower can you mobilize?"
Finally, Hunter's commanding presence broke through. He lifted his chin, his gaze steely. "As many as you need. I have them all."
With that, Luo Shu and Hunter He officially began their uneasy alliance—mutual suspicion, mutual benefit.
Luo Shu provided the plans; Hunter made the calls. When Luo Shu got hungry, Hunter even had his private chef prepare a luxurious meal, promptly delivered. Luo Shu devoured it, quickly replenishing his energy reserves.
Together, they plotted late into the night, devising a meticulous approach. Hunter added his own expertise to Luo Shu's strategy, suggesting ways to execute the plan with finesse—a product of his years in the underworld.
By midnight, their plan was set. The bodies near the entrance had been quietly disposed of by Hunter's men, each of whom was disciplined and unfazed, performing the task with seamless efficiency.
As Luo Shu stepped into the elevator, Hunter came over to see him off. Just as the doors were closing, Luo Shu turned and asked, "By the way, Mr. He, with you being so… seasoned, and your daughter still quite young… Do you only have the one child?"
Hunter clenched his teeth, barely holding back the urge to snap. Finally, he kept his composure and replied, "I had a son, born when I was thirty… He was dear to me, but perhaps karma caught up with me for my sins. He died of lung cancer at twenty."
His voice softened as he continued, "He was five years older than Yvonne. They were close. After his death, Yvonne didn't speak for two years… Then, she suddenly found this drive to study medicine."
The elevator chimed, signaling its arrival. Luo Shu nodded. "Got it." Without another word, he stepped inside.
Hunter watched him until the doors closed, and the elevator began its descent. Only then did he let his frustration boil over. With a growl, he kicked the outer door, leaving a sizable dent in the aluminum.
"Damn it to hell! Just you wait, Luo Shu! Once this case is solved, I'll carve you into pieces and feed you to the fish in the Xiang River!"
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