"It was a boss, he told me to do this, Mr. Chen. This framing of you, it really has nothing to do with me." Pan Wenxing no longer dared to hide anything and quickly confessed to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.
He had felt something was wrong with this matter at the time. How could a patient with a herniated disc, who was almost fully recovered, suddenly die?
"Damn it, spill it! If you dare to hide anything else, don't blame me for stabbing you with a knife!" Brother Hu continued to intimidate Pan Wenxing.
"Big, big brother, I really don't know what that person's name is, I just called him boss."
"That day, he suddenly found me and asked me to help him frame Dr. Chen. He promised to give me two million first, and then another million after Dr. Chen was completely ruined and couldn't recover. I haven't received that million yet. He said he would give it to me after I made a scene at the hospital the day after tomorrow."
"Is there anything else you're hiding?" Brother Hu questioned coldly.
"No, no more. I've said everything I should and shouldn't have said!" Pan Wenxing replied tremblingly.
"How did your mother die?" Chen Fan asked.
Pan Wenxing's body trembled violently, and he didn't know how to speak.
"Not talking?" Brother Hu patted Pan Wenxing's face a few times with the dagger.
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
Pan Wenxing said with a look of fear, "It, it was that person who gave me a packet of poison and told me to give it to my mother. Then, then my mother had a heart attack and died."
Upon hearing Pan Wenxing's answer, everyone in the private room was stunned.
Even Old Li Si, who had been in dangerous situations for many years, was enraged, "You are simply a beast!"
"Damn it, calling you a beast is an insult to beasts. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs, and you actually poisoned your own mother?!"
"Bang!"
Brother Hu also kicked Pan Wenxing furiously in the chest and cursed, "Damn it, I want to kill you right now! How could your mother give birth to a wretch like you?"
A cold glint appeared in Chen Fan's eyes. He had never been so angry before.
Although he had never met his parents since childhood and had lived with his grandmother, he deeply yearned for parental love.
But he never expected that someone would do something so insane, poisoning and killing their own mother for money.
"Big, big brother, I really don't want to die. I've told you everything you asked. Really, they instigated me to do all this." Pan Wenxing still tried to argue.
"Did they force you to poison your mother?" Chen Fan asked.
Pan Wenxing opened his mouth but remained silent for a long time.
"Is there anything else you're hiding? Speak!" Brother Hu roared angrily.
"No, no more, big brother. I've really told you everything." Pan Wenxing replied tremblingly.
"Nothing more? Then let me ask you? Where did this phone come from?" Brother Hu threw a phone, tossing it onto Pan Wenxing.
This was the latest model iPhone worth over ten thousand yuan that he had placed on the table earlier.
"This, this is."
Before Pan Wenxing could argue, Brother Hu said coldly, "Don't think we don't know. If I find out you're lying, I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs!"
"Gulp!" Pan Wenxing swallowed nervously and then said tremblingly, "Big brother, this has nothing to do with me, really nothing to do with me."
"Where is the person?" Chen Fan asked coldly.
"The person, the person was taken away by that boss. He, he said it would be his trump card." Pan Wenxing quickly replied.
However, he naturally dared not mention his intention to harm Xia Yiting.
"Who is that person? What's his name?"
"Big brother, I really don't know. I only called him boss."
Chen Fan frowned slightly, took out his phone, and found a photo. "Is it him?"
This person was none other than Liu Qianze.
"No, it's not him." Pan Wenxing shook his head.
Then he added, "You've met that person too. It was the one who stood behind me and told you to suspend your work at the time."
Chen Fan recalled, and the figure of that person appeared in his mind.
"Where is he now?" Chen Fan asked.
"I really don't know. I only have his contact information, and he said not to contact him unless necessary, that he would contact me proactively."
"Contact him, no matter what method you use, make him come out, or I'll kill you!" Brother Hu held the dagger to Pan Wenxing's neck, wanting to finish this wretch himself.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly reached out and stopped Brother Hu.
"Contact him. Tell him I called, begging you to come to the First Hospital tomorrow morning to sign for the autopsy, and that you plan to find an opportunity to ruin me tomorrow. Also, ask about her current situation." Chen Fan instructed.
"Okay, okay, I'll contact him now!" Pan Wenxing nodded quickly.
He then picked up his phone, found a phone number, and dialed it.
"If you dare to say anything out of line, you should know the consequences." Brother Hu threatened.
Pan Wenxing nodded, and at that moment, the call was connected.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me unless it's important?!" A middle-aged man's impatient voice came from the phone.
"Bo, boss, I have some good news to report to you."
"Good news? What good news?" Hearing about good news, the middle-aged man's tone softened slightly.
Pan Wenxing said, "It's like this, that kid called me just now, begging me to sign for the autopsy."
"You just don't agree, what good news is this?"
"Boss, this is what I thought. I might as well agree to him first. Then tomorrow you can call some reporters, and I'll publicly accuse that kid, saying he threatened me violently and wanted me to settle it privately. Then I'll present the call records, and find my friend to make a fake audio recording of me being threatened. This way, we won't have to wait until the third day; he'll be completely ruined by tomorrow morning. With your manipulation, won't he be put away?" Pan Wenxing tried his best to calm himself down, putting on a sinister expression, afraid that the middle-aged man would detect anything amiss.
Hearing Pan Wenxing's words, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment: "You seem very anxious."
Pan Wenxing's heart was in his throat, and he hurriedly explained, "Boss, who doesn't want to get the money sooner? You still owe me a million!"
However, it turned out that when people are pushed to their limits, their potential is infinite. The middle-aged man did not doubt Pan Wenxing's words, perhaps because Pan Wenxing was a desperate man.
"Okay, we'll go to the morgue at the First Hospital tomorrow morning. I'll also notify some reporters. Whether you can get that million depends on your performance then." The middle-aged man replied.