Gu Moqian’s searching eyes t his friend’s gaze. Before he could speak, Ye Cheng added on his own, "It’s about Ji Chuyang."
Gu Moqian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he lowered his head, looking at the contents of the email on the computer screen.
The first thing that ca into view were a few photographs, all capturing the sa scene: Ji Chuyang hastily walking out of the airport, heading toward a black car nearby.
Beside the car, four n dressed entirely in black and wearing black sunglasses stood straight, exuding an air of discipline that showed they were not ordinary bodyguards.
As Ji Chuyang approached the car door, one of the n in black promptly opened it for him. The cara shutter froze this mont, clearly capturing a rough, calloused hand extending halfway out from inside the car. The palm had a yellowish tint of hardened skin.
This suggested that the person inside the car had likely been handling so kind of weapon for years. A man with ard bodyguards dressed in black was anything but ordinary.
Who was this person?
The last photo showed Ji Chuyang driving away in the car, but the license plate had been deliberately blurred, making the numbers illegible.
The email contained only these photos, with no accompanying text or explanation.
"Who sent this email?" Gu Moqian asked calmly.
"I had my people investigate, but they couldn’t trace the sender’s IP address. It’s apparent that asures were taken to conceal their identity from us," Ye Cheng replied.
Gu Moqian pondered silently without speaking imdiately.
The sender of the email was unknown, which called the email’s authenticity into question.
"I know you’re doubting the credibility of the email, but my instincts tell everything in it is real."
Ye Cheng’s expression turned serious as well. "I fear that Ji Chuyang knows he’s cornered and has no way out, which is why he turned to the Japanese mafia for protection. Those people are desperate criminals; becoming Ji Chuyang’s bodyguards for money wouldn’t be surprising."
Mafia...
Gu Moqian’s eyes darkened suddenly. Indeed, from the way those n were dressed and their aura, it wasn’t hard to guess their identity.
Would the Japanese mafia really assist Ji Chuyang rely for money?
Gu Moqian didn’t fully believe that.
The mafia had always held themselves in high regard; they wouldn’t extend a helping hand to a foreigner rely for a ager sum. There had to be deeper reasons behind it.
"I heard from Chen Ke that you’re going to Japan for business next Thursday. Are you planning to deal with Ji Chuyang there?" Ye Cheng suddenly turned his head to look at him.
"Yes," Gu Moqian admitted without hesitation.
"Old Mo, I have a bad feeling about this trip to Japan. Maybe... you should cancel your plans."
Gu Moqian let out a faint smile and shook his head. "No matter what connection Ji Chuyang has with the Japanese mafia, I won’t let him roam freely."
Ji Chuyang nearly killed him and Ji Wei—did he think fleeing overseas would allow him to escape retribution? How naïve.
"Alright then, just be extrely careful." Ye Cheng knew it was impossible to talk him out of it. He reached out and gave Gu Moqian’s shoulder a firm pat, his expression solemn.
Noticing his friend’s unusually grave deanor, Gu Moqian chuckled softly. "Old Ye, you know I’ve been through countless perilous situations over the years. No need for that worried look. If there’s real danger, I’ll make sure to have you flown to Japan to take the bullets for ."
Ye Cheng knew Gu Moqian was intentionally making light of the situation, but deep down, his friend’s nerves were undoubtedly wound tightly.
In the past, Gu Moqian had always faced danger alone, calm and detached because there was no one he was tied to emotionally.
But now, he had soone he deeply loved.
Ji Wei was Gu Moqian’s armor. Yet, at the sa ti, she was also his greatest vulnerability.
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