I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 44: What Justice?

The three of them nodded in agreement. However, as they looked around the room again, reality settled in.

They couldn’t just leave all these land certificates and documents behind. If the Golden Earth group found them, it would be a disaster.

"Before that," Zhao Yiming said firmly, "we need to do something with all of these documents."

He was certain most of them were acquired through illegal means—or even violence, like what happened at the old shopping street. If he left them here, it would feel like conceding defeat.

"I’m not sure about that, Yiming..." Su Meilin said hesitantly. "If we take them, wouldn’t those people get suspicious about what happened to Jin?"

Luo Yanyu nodded. "I agree. It’s better if we ask Madam Ruan first. She’ll know what to do."

Zhao Yiming clenched his fists. He knew exactly what Madam Ruan would say—probably something like "just leave it."

But his mind kept flashing to the image of Mr. Wu being kicked to the ground, and Madam He screaming for help, tears running down her wrinkled cheeks.

If he didn’t do something now, scenes like that would repeat. He had the chance to deal a serious blow to those bastards—and walking away would feel like losing.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

The call finally connected.

"Yanyu, what’s the matter? If it’s not important, I’m cutting your pay—again! You always call me over the dumbest things!" came Madam Ruan’s voice, sharp and echoing through the quiet apartment.

Luo Yanyu’s eyes widened. "What do you mean, boss? I’ve never—"

"You called me once because your cat had a fever!"

Zhao Yiming blinked.

Su Meilin covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Pfft—"

"T-that was an emergency! Bobo is my family!" Luo Yanyu huffed indignantly.

There was silence on the other end. Everyone could practically feel Madam Ruan rolling her eyes.

"Anyway!" Yanyu quickly changed the subject. "We found the ledger!"

"WHAT?!" Madam Ruan shouted. "Why didn’t you just lead with that?! Come to my office immediately and—wait!"

She paused.

"...That’s not the only thing we found," Luo Yanyu added, her voice a little more serious now.

"There are a lot of documents here. Land certificates. Files. Even personal profiles of people we don’t recognize."

A tense silence. Then Madam Ruan spoke again, her voice lower this time.

"...Leave it there. The important thing is already in your hands."

Zhao Yiming’s jaw tightened. There it was, the exact response he expected.

Just walk away. Let the rest rot. Let the bastards come back and pick it up like nothing happened.

His grip on the ledger tightened. "Can I talk to her?"

Zhao Yiming asked, holding out his hand. Luo Yanyu handed him the phone without a word.

"We can’t just leave all these documents behind!" he said, gripping the phone tightly. "Once Jin Haolong’s death becomes public, they’ll definitely come and sweep this place clean!"

There was a pause before Madam Ruan’s voice came through, sharp and cold.

"So you do understand. If you don’t want anyone sniffing around, then leave everything and be a good citizen."

Her words made sense. That was the problem. They were harsh, logical... and left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Luo Yanyu sensed the growing tension and quickly tried to think of another way out. As Zhao Yiming and Madam Ruan kept arguing back and forth, she suddenly grabbed Zhao’s shoulder.

"I have an idea," she said, then snatched the phone and switched it to speaker.

"What if we burn the documents? Just a small fire—not enough to destroy the whole apartment."

"You could burn the whole place down," Su Meilin suddenly added.

Her calm tone made them all glance at her in surprise.

"No one’s here anymore," she explained.

"When the tenants found out Jin didn’t even want to pay respects to Lao Chen’s dead family—let alone give his family any compensation—they all packed up and left. I heard some are still moving, but most are gone."

She continued, her tone resolute. "This apartment’s under Jin Haolong’s name, and he registered it with ridiculously expensive insurance."

"If I claim it, I could give those tenants some real compensation—maybe even restart my life."

"Whoa, whoa—stop right there, lady," Madam Ruan cut in sharply. "You really don’t know how the world works, do you?"

There was a long pause. Then Madam Ruan’s voice dropped lower, more serious.

"Insurance companies don’t just hand over money when a fire happens. They investigate—thoroughly. You think you can fake a fire accident in a place like this? They’ll know if it was arson. That’s what forensic teams are for."

"And don’t even think about touching that insurance. Once a fire investigation starts, they’ll dig deeper—especially if the owner of the property just died suddenly. You want them to start asking questions about Jin Haolong’s body?"

"But you said you took care of the body," Su Meilin said, frowning. "So we don’t have to worry, right? I don’t mind doing five years in jail if it means people around here finally get justice—"

"Justice?" Madam Ruan interrupted, scoffing. "You think this is a courtroom drama? You really believe the police care about ’justice’? That they’re gonna march in here like heroes and punish the bad guys?"

She let out a long sigh.

"Even if I staged the scene perfectly, an autopsy will speak louder than anything we say. No matter how careful you are, a body doesn’t lie. They’ll know if he was injured before death or during. They’ll know if someone tampered with the scene."

"Stop with the talk about justice. There’s no justice in this world," she finished coldly. "Only money. Money talks. Now get your asses over here with the ledger—and leave everything else."

The three of them fell silent. As much as they hated to admit it, Madam Ruan was right. They couldn’t outsmart the authorities—not with limited time, resources, and no backup.

And worse, Madam Ruan clearly wasn’t going to help them if things went sideways.

But Su Meilin clenched her fists. She wasn’t ready to give up. Just like Zhao Yiming, she couldn’t stand the idea of Jin Haolong and his people getting the last laugh—even in death.

Before they could argue further, the front door creaked open.

Click.

They all froze.

Footsteps echoed from the entrance, slow but purposeful. Heavy. More than one pair.

Luo Yanyu immediately ended the call and silenced her phone. The apartment was too quiet—every footstep sounded like a gunshot. They had no idea how many were out there.

"What do we do?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Hide!" Zhao Yiming hissed.

Both women scrambled to hide behind the shelves and cabinets. Zhao Yiming glanced around—the place had almost no proper hiding spots.

His heart pounded. He knew this was useless.

There wasn’t anywhere real to hide. Whoever had come in... they were going to find them.