Just as Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao returned to the third-floor room, Long Yuehong curiously asked, "Team Leader, where's the information from Elder Zhang?"
He realized that Jiang Baimian's hands were empty.
Jiang Baimian smiled and said, "We've already scanned through it below, but we didn't discover anything worth paying attention to."
As she spoke, she took out the folded stack of paper from her pocket.
"That's right, that's right." Shang Jianyao nodded in agreement.
Long Yuehong was disappointed, but he also felt inexplicably relieved. "No valuable clues…"
He looked at the stack of paper in Jiang Baimian's hand and considered if he should waste time reading it again. Compared to Jiang Baimian, he felt that his meticulousness, acuity, and logical abilities were inferior. He probably had no hope of discovering problems that the other party couldn't.
