So, the speculation of professional jealousy doesn't hold.
Zhang Yuksheng thoughtfully stretched out his hand and stroked his chin, muttering to himself, "If it's not suppression by peers, then what could it be? These people must have planned this in advance; otherwise, how come they didn't leave behind a single clue?"
"Who says there are no clues?"
An Yiqing's gentle voice arose, carrying confidence and determination.
"Miss, where are the clues? We've watched these videos over and over dozens of times," Zhang Yuksheng scratched the back of his head in frustration.
"Look here," An Yiqing extended her finger towards the surveillance footage of a branch store in Yu City, at the spot she indicated was a spacious street in front of Yuyuanzhai.
