The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Chapter 370 -370: A Grand Performance_1

The police department spokesperson said, “Because that’s exactly what the puppeteer behind the scenes wants us as the police to conclude! But I want to tell the puppeteer that our police department is not your tool to manipulate power, nor will we let any wrongdoer off the hook. We absolutely won’t wrong any innocent people!”

As a policeman, his energy was inherently stronger than that of the average person. His words resounded like a gong, creating an audible impact when they landed.

The whole hall, including those tuning in live, instantly went into a frenzy. The puppeteer, the seat of power manipulation, who could it be? Who? Who?

Upon hearing these words, the reporters erupted once again, pushing their microphones forward.

“Manipulating power? Has the police already identified the suspect? Please tell us, who is the mastermind behind it all?”

However, the police department spokesperson did not immediately respond to the reporters’ inquiries, instead, he continued to gaze at the big screen.

“There’s an autopsy report here. The deceased is the owner of the car who ran out of the gas station named Yu Huan. Although he ran with all his strength and in fact, could have escaped the explosion based on his pace, he still died at the scene. From the autopsy we found that his actual cause of death was not the explosion, but a gunshot wound. Clearly, someone didn’t want him to escape from the fire, leaving no survivors,” he stated.

“We found that Yu Huan was suffering from cancer, his life expectancy was not long. However, his ex-wife won first prize in the National Welfare Lottery three days before the gas station explosion case. The prize money was 120 million, this is the largest fraud case in the National Welfare Lottery this year!”

Although the spokesperson didn’t provide thorough details, journalists, victims’ families, and netizens behind the live broadcast intuitively filled in the gaps in the story based on what the spokesperson had said. Suspicion was quickly rising.

It must be that someone had instructed the terminally ill Yu Huan to orchestrate the gas station explosion, and transferred the reward money to his ex-wife’s account through lottery winnings. Either Yu Huan was still in love with his ex-wife, or they were caring for their child together, so Yu Huan wanted to earn money as child support…

Who? Who exactly was it?

However, the spokesperson did not reveal the mastermind. He only said: “At this time, we have traced an account that injected money into the Welfare Lottery. There isn’t enough evidence to arrest the suspect yet, so we cannot reveal the suspect’s name. But, I can assure you here, Mr. Ye, is merely a victim of the gas station explosion case.”

The overly emotional family members who had just calmed down then looked at Ye Shiting with blood residue on his mouth corner, and questioned: “Why did you apologize to us earlier? Why did you feel guilty and say those words of self-blame?”

Reporters armed with cameras swiveled their lenses towards Ye Shiting.

Ye Shiting, with his remorseful face, once again bowed to the relatives of the victims. His words resonated through the room, creating a ripple of shock: “If it weren’t for someone wanting to harm me, if it weren’t for this presidential election, I believe there wouldn’t have been a gas station explosion. So I cannot shirk responsibility for this matter. I’m sorry that you or your loved ones experienced this explosion because of me.”

The still emotional family members reacted: So it’s like that?

How could this be his fault? He’s clearly a victim too, why would he apologize?

At that moment, Ye Shiting turned his gaze towards the cameras held by the reporters. His frigid stare fixed on the lens, he didn’t say anything else, he simply uttered one simple phrase: “So relentless, you people, are capable of this!”

His choice of word was ‘you people’, not ‘you’!