Zheng Liu found the ramen he was eating utterly tasteless despite its rich color, aroma, and flavor—all because of the disturbing news Xing had brought.
If one were to think more pessimistically, Xing's death was categorically due to her knowing far too much, which led to her silencing by the people involved in the underground transactions. The waters were deep, touching upon high-profile figures in business and politics. Compared to those people, the three of them were nothing but unknown small fry.
Continuing the investigation might lead to a dead end—literally.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—!"
The ringtone of Duan Mingyuan's phone startled Zheng Liu, who looked around, feeling as though the city was fraught with danger. Even the seemingly honest and straightforward ramen shop owner now appeared to him as a lethal poison master, poised to lace their bowls with toxin.
Duan Mingyuan wasn't picky and seemed unaffected; he relished his meal and casually answered the call.
"Hello?"
