Chen Zhimin let out a mockingugh and remarked, “You may not know, but your dog owner probably does. Go ahead and ask him! I’m taking Peter Zhou to return to the British Lord first!”


    With that, Chen Zhimin flicked open the Dunhill lighter he held, gently stroked its surface, and a me burst forth.


    This act was in line with Charlie Wade’s finalmand to him: to incinerate both his own body and that of Sean, which had been dismembered.


    Charlie Wade had given this directive because he wanted to prevent Sara from discovering the remains of him and Uncle Sean.


    Given Sara’s abilities and training, Charlie Wade feared she might unearth clues from the two bodies.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Particrly, Chen Zhimin had employed spiritual energy to imnt a psychological suggestion. If Sara were toe into contact with the corpse, she might be able to perceive it.


    Thus, the most effective solution was topletely obliterate the bodies and erase any evidence.


    As the me erupted from the lighter, the mmable vapors in the cabin ignited instantly.


    With a loud explosion, mes shot out from the hangar door, quickly igniting the fuel that had spilled on the ground.


    Hank and his associates were taken aback, scrambling to exit the hangar. Within moments, the entire structure was engulfed in mes.


    The hangar’s fire suppression system activated immediately, but it was utterly ineffective against such a fierce ze.


    The extreme heat, reaching thousands of degrees, rapidly carbonized the dismembered remains of Chen Zhimin and Sean.


    Watching from outside the hangar, Hank recoiled in horror as he quickly dialed Howard.


    When Howard picked up, he coldly inquired, “Have you located Chen Zhimin?”


    Hank hesitated, saying, “Sir, we found Chen Zhimin…but…”


    Howard pressed, “But what!? I warn you, if anything goes awry again, I will not forgive you!”


    Hank stammered, “But…but he set himself on fire before we could apprehend him…”


    “Set himself on fire?” Howard replied, astonished. “What do you mean?”


    Hank borated, “He acted like a madman, filled the cabin with fuel, and ignited the entire helicopter and hangar. I even saw a figure on fire inside—perhaps it was Peter Zhou… They both must have perished in the mes, maybe reduced to charcoal…”<fn357d> Readplete version only at FιndNovel</fn357d>


    Howard was momentarily speechless, then questioned, “Are you serious? Just Peter Zhou? The esteemed son-inw of Anjia, so respected by An Qishan, would willingly burn himself to death?”


    “I can’t understand it either…” Hank replied, then added hastily, “By the way, Chen Zhimin mentioned he wasn’t working for the An family.”


    “What do you mean?” Howard felt his mind racing, asking, “Then who is he working for?”


    Hank responded, “He said he’s with a group called Po Qinghui, which I’ve never heard of. He also mentioned he would take Peter Zhou to return his life to the British Lord or something, before he set himself on fire…”


    Howard, on the other end, felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He muttered, “You…what did you say? Breaking the Qing Dynasty? Are you certain you heard correctly?”


    Hank assured him, “Sir, I’m certain! That’s exactly what he said, and my colleagues were with me—they can confirm it…”


    Howard felt a chill, as if a cold winter wind had swept over him, and he eximed, “Quickly, bring everyone back—no one stays behind! And make sure to confiscate all their cell phones so they can’t contact anyone!”