**
His phone buzzed on the table, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was the investigator. The man's voice was clipped, professional, as he told Xu Jing that the information on Yuan Fei had been uncovered. "I've sent the full report to your email," the investigator said. "You'll want to sit down for this. There's a lot you didn't expect."
Xu Jing ended the call, his hand hovering over his phone. For a moment, he hesitated. What was he about to find out? He took a deep breath, set his glass down, and opened the email on his laptop.
As soon as the report opened, his eyes scanned the text rapidly. The deeper he read, the tighter his fists clenched, and his jaw set in an angry line. The more he uncovered, the more his rage built up, until he felt his grip tightening so much that the glass in his hand shattered, the shards falling to the floor.
