No matter what, this time, Wu Debao's death was suspicious. It was eerily timely. It was the worst possible time for him to die. He did not die earlier, but he happened to die at this certain moment, right when the task force had reached a conclusion and was getting ready to make an arrest. Huang Jin's eyes had also become somewhat icy.
He glanced around at the people in the meeting room. His gaze, filled with suspicion, flashed and then disappeared. None of the people present should be suspected of leaking information.
