Someone died, and I have a headache. The accompanying singers in the room were all scared and screaming. Some wanted to run, but my younger brother pulled them back.

I had the KTV manager called over, and no one else was allowed to leave.

"Don't be afraid, I won't make things difficult for you. We'll talk when your boss arrives."

When the boss arrived, he was a bit puzzled and stuttered as he asked me what was going on.

"This brother drank too much. He insisted on performing a talent in our private room, smashed a wine bottle on his head, knocked himself unconscious, hit his head on the coffee table, and died."

The boss's eye twitched.

"It's true. If you don't believe me, ask them if this is what happened."

"No need to ask, no need to ask. It's exactly what happened. Is that right, everyone?" The boss shouted at the accompanying singers.

"Yes, yes..."

"Alright, boss, you handle it. Let me know how much money later, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."

The boss nodded. This way of handling things minimized losses for both sides.

During that era, surveillance was relatively scarce, especially in places like KTV private rooms, where surveillance was even less likely.

When the police arrived, they could only rely on testimonies. The idiot's injuries matched what I said, and for the rest, I would handle it through my connections.

As the boss led everyone away, I called Lin Mo back.

There were still some things I needed to explain to her.

After leaving the KTV, I took her back to my shop. When it was just the two of us, she suddenly burst into tears.

She cried loudly.

"Scared, aren't you?"

"No, he's finally dead."

I looked at the bruises on Lin Mo's neck, arms, and legs. It seemed like she had suffered severe domestic violence.

"It's over now. You're finally free. It's a good thing for you."

She asked me what to do, killing someone was no small matter. I told her I would handle it myself, she didn't need to worry.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you got involved in this death."

"It's not your fault, it's fate."

We fell silent. I asked her if there was anything else she needed help with, or if there was anything else that needed to be dealt with regarding her man's death.

Lin Mo mentioned a name, Hu San.

I knew this person, Hu San, was a local loan shark who had many people under his control.

"How much money did your man owe Hu San?"

"I'm not sure of the exact amount, but it's definitely at least 500,000."

During that era in our area, this amount was astronomical for ordinary people.

"Drug addiction? Gambling?"

"Gambling."

"Did he owe money to a casino?"

"I'm not sure."

I said okay, I understood, and asked Lin Mo to go home first.

This was troublesome.

Dealing with the fact that I killed Wang Gang, oh right, Lin Mo's man was named Wang Gang.

It was easier to deceive people in the white world, but those in the underworld had their own sources of information. They wouldn't believe the lie that Wang Gang accidentally fell to his death.

He was dead and that was that. His debts would probably be attributed to Lin Mo.

Should I help her? Could I help her?

My initial thought was to help people to the end, but while I could save her from jumping into the river and help her if Wang Gang hit her, I really couldn't handle the debt to the loan shark.

And to be honest, we didn't have that deep of a relationship.

I saved her that day out of a moment of kindness, seeing her beautiful face, it was a pity she died.

My actions at the KTV were more about Wang Gang bringing it upon himself, rather than standing up for Lin Mo.

Forget it, it's not that I don't want to help, it's that I don't have the ability.

I did my best.