She meticulously examined every detail in the hangar, yet found nothing of significance, causing her brow to furrow deeper with concern.
Noticing Jadiel’s frown, she understood that their search might not yield positive results. With a cautious tone, she opened her eyes and asked, “Master Ying, have you found anything?”
“No,” Sara replied, shaking her head. “It’s strange; is it really possible that there were no casualties in that fire? Otherwise, I should have sensed something.”
Jadiel quickly inquired, “Master Ying, does that mean Chen Zhimin and Uncle Sean might still be alive?”
Sara nodded, “If I can’t see anyone alive, nor any bodies, then there’s certainly a chance they aren’t dead. But I can’t fathom why the other party would want to keep them alive.”<fn5415> Read full story at find~novel</fn5415><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Jadiel spected, “They must want to keep them both alive. This would be a significant blow to the Po Qing Association, and I could gain valuable information from them.”
Sara waved her hand dismissively, “If they truly wanted to strike a blow, they would simply kill them. That would hurt me even more. Moreover, the other party has repeatedly saved the An family from peril, indicating a strong connection. If they have such ties, why would they leave a chance for Chen Zhimin, who has been undercover in the An family for over a decade, to survive?”
Jadiel, taken aback, asked, “Master Ying, are you suggesting that you prefer them to be dead?”
“Yes,” Sara affirmed with conviction. “Even if their bodies aren’t in this fire, they must be elsewhere. But what puzzles me is that given everything urred in the bustling city of New York, the other party couldn’t have used powerful weapons like close-range anti-cannons. So, what method did they employ to ensure Sean Bolian died in the explosion without any chance of survival?”
For years, Sara had emphasized to the four earls the importance of opening the Niwan Pce, instilling in them the belief that it could protect their souls from death. Whenever they faced danger and could not escape, they would surely open their Niwan Pce without hesitation.
However, if the Niwan Pce is opened, the formations within it would be destroyed. Such destruction in a vibrant city like New York would certainly affect everything within several hundred meters.
As Sara grappled with this logic, her gaze wandered, and she suddenly spotted something, prompting her to head towards the center of the hangar.
In the heart of the hangar’s ruins stood a helicopter, reduced to a charred skeleton.
This helicopter featured four rotors arranged in a cross pattern, and there appeared to be some subtle damage on the tail of one of the rotors.
Sara approached and examined the minor damage on the rotor closely. A sudden realization struck her, and she eximed, “I know how Uncle Sean died.”
Jadiel, surprised, asked, “Master Ying, how did Uncle Sean die?”
With a somber expression, Sara replied, “If my guess is correct, he must have been decapitated by this rotor.”
Jadiel gasped in shock, “How could such a bizarre thing happen?!”
Sara spoke coldly, “The damage on the rotor matches the width of a human cervical vertebra. Normally, such inconspicuous damage would be unlikely. Furthermore, on the night of the incident, Chen Zhimin flew the helicopter to Manhattan. Sean was focused on an antique dealer at Manhattan Hospital during that time… With so many critical factors aligned at Manhattan Hospital, it makes sense for the other party to use this to sever Sean’s head.”
Jadiel, still confused, asked, “It’s impossible for Uncle Sean to make such a grave mistake. You just mentioned he didn’t even have a chance to die before it happened. So, did someone take advantage of him and force his head into the rotor?”
“That seems to be the case,” Sara sighed, her tone serious. “The person responsible for his death is likely the same individual who killed Uncle Nakul and Uncle Willie.”