Lin Wanwan looked at him dejectedly and coincidentally caught sight of the gloom in his eyes that had not yet faded.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Lu Zhanbei shook his head. "No."
He had used Mo Jiushang's intelligence network but didn't manage to find out who the mastermind was based on that mobile number.
The mastermind was very careful and usually communicated with that professional anti-fan via short messages. Even for monetary transactions, the mastermind had paid a beggar to directly throw the money into the anti-fan's mailbox.
When Gu Mo found him, the beggar was already dead.
Lu Zhanbei glanced at Lin Wanwan, who was holding a lady's cigarette in her mouth. "Trying to learn how to smoke?"
"Yes. I especially came here to find you to teach me."
Lu Zhanbei curved his lips and smiled. "No problem."
He took out the cigarette from Lin Wanwan's mouth and placed it in his mouth. Then, he slowly lit it.
