"It doesn't matter whether he's a good guy or a bad guy; we have to bring him back first. He definitely has connections with that person." Dou Yinya saw Liu Mou looking somewhat frustrated about the situation, so he stepped forward and said with fervor. Liu Mou hummed noncommittally—in his heart, he was certain that the truth would come to light; if there was anyone to blame, it would be that person for not covering their tracks properly.
Time flew by, and in a short while, it was night. Liu Mou followed Wang Fugui to the entrance of the Bridesmaid Building, a restaurant that changed to a guesthouse from the second floor up, with room 402 located at the very top floor.
It was around ten o'clock at this point, still a long time before the transaction was supposed to occur. Before that, Liu Mou had taken Wang Fugui out for dinner. During the meal, Wang Fugui's palms were soaked with sweat, his heart filled with danger and tension.
