"A fugitive on the run; didn't expect him to show his face today."
"He's riddled with smuggling and theft charges. Even without today's incident, those alone could have him serving life in prison. Basically, he's on a desperate run for his life."
Hearing Yu Ting's words, Lu Nanchen, on the other end of the phone line and standing on the kitchen floor tiles, was initially startled, then filled with anger.
What does that imply?
Since the indictment tally is already lengthy, if sentenced to 120 years, would an additional charge increase it to 140 years?
It wouldn't matter, either way his remaining years would be spent in prison.
One more charge wouldn't make a difference.
"So it's very likely someone paid him to do it?" Lu Nanchen's countenance hardened as he voiced his thoughts. Recalling the scene that day still gave him chills.
"Hmm, it seems to be something like that. I am still investigating over here, looking for any trace or evidence."
