Huo Bei spoke carefully, "The day of the rear-end collision, someone took a photo of the gentleman firing a gun, which has been posted online. Although the face isn't very clear, with careful scrutiny..."
Huo Jinnan's voice turned cold, "Say that again!"
Huo Bei wasn't foolish enough to repeat himself. The intersection where the incident took place had heavy traffic flow and was a major junction. At that time, there were also quite a few cars providing cover, making the situation extremely complicated. Such an incident should have been entirely impossible; it could only mean there was a mole!
Huo Jinnan picked up his shirt and draped it over his body, "Is it handled?"
—"It has been dealt with, and we are locating the source of the photo."
Huo Jinnan didn't say anything more and hung up the phone, recalling the mysterious call he received that day, warning him that Che Huan would be in danger. He had gone to the station personally and prepared everything in advance.
