Sure enough, the Emperor Suite at the swanky nightclub tested positive for Luminol reaction. Bighead and the gang jumped into action, scouring the place for evidence. But the room had been in use for ages, with staff and guests coming and going. Any evidence they found could be a wild goose chase, so the chances of finding something solid were slim. Still, Wang Zhiyuan had them seal off the room for now.
Back at the police station, Tadpole was hunched over, wolfing down some takeout. Bighead asked him where Qian Haiyang was.
Tadpole took a swig of water, rinsed his mouth, and said, "He's out of town on business."
Bighead snorted, "What, did he skip the country? The kind of business trip that lasts a few decades?"
Tadpole shot back, "He's in international trade, man. Always wheeling and dealing, making the big bucks. Don't hate."
Bighead plopped down on the couch, hitching up his pants, and grumbled, "Man, if that guy gets away with everything, there's no justice in this world."
