Ling Zhenfei said, "Haven't I already told you my real identity, brother?"
Long Hai replied, "Yes, you did tell me the truth, but there's a part you left out. Did you have something to do with the theft at the Imperial Palace Club?"
When Ling Zhenfei heard Long Hai say this, he knew that the investigators had already looked into him, which was how they knew his previous statements were true, so there seemed no need to hide anything anymore.
"That's right, I did it, and there was another person involved, the one who was sending you emails. However, you're too late, she was killed in Capital City a few days ago." As Ling Zhenfei mentioned this, his mood became somewhat downcast.
"You must be talking about Journalist Zhuo Yue?" Long Hai immediately mentioned Zhuo Yue's name, which indicated that an investigation had indeed taken place.
"Yes, it's Zhuo Yue. She met a terrible end, a good person with no good return," Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but feel saddened.
