After Nasri sneakily finished taking the photos, he realized there was soone in the back seat and warily glanced at the rearview mirror.
Unexpectedly, Bony was a light sleeper at the ti and was woken up by the click of the cara. In a daze, he saw Nasri holding up his phone to take pictures outside.
Bony curiously looked out the window and saw Tang Long and his group of three.
Having grown up in adversity, Bony instantly realized Nasri’s intention behind this action.
His eyes quickly rolled around twice, but Bony kept silent, hurriedly closed his eyes again pretending to be asleep, and happened to dodge Nasri’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
After hearing all this, Tang Long understood.
That bastard Nasri deliberately set up. Mark my words.
He asked Bony with great interest, "Nasri is your good friend, right? Aren’t you afraid of being labeled as a betrayer of friends since you’re both part of the French Language Gang?"
"No, no, no, Tang, he is not my friend. You’re my friend. You are the majestic beacon in my career, dear Tang. I won’t let anyone fra you with such despicable thods and affect the unity within our Manchester City team. We are a team. A team should help each other, not fra each other!"
Bony grew up in the slums of Côte d’Ivoire, and he didn’t even finish elentary school, with a low level of literacy;
After coming to the Premier League, he learned English, but often makes grammatical mistakes when speaking.
However, his statent in front of Tang Long’s inquiry was fluent, without any grammatical errors, and he even used a taphor~
Tang Long realized that before speaking on the phone, Bony likely rehearsed in front of a mirror several tis, well-prepared.
Tang Long thought, "All that talk about affecting unity, about being a team—sounds good, but if you were sincere about it, why didn’t you tell as soon as you could? You’d have thought it over thoroughly before making the decision. In our current Manchester City team, Nasri can’t help you on the pitch at all, but I can help you score four goals in a match. That’s why you’re willing to take the risk of being kicked out of the French Language Gang to tell about this—a matter of interests."
After thanking Bony for the reminder, Tang Long hung up the phone.
Tang Long believed Bony was telling the truth; the reason he had helped him before was also to plant an informant within the French Language Gang.
Looking at it now, Bony isn’t bad and has been effective.
But words alone aren’t enough.
Concrete evidence must be found.
Tang Long wandered around the doorway a few tis, carefully observing the situation around the house.
After wandering a few circles, he found that the only place to capture a view of the front of his house was at a crossroad 50 ters away, with a cara on a utility pole.
Tang Long thought, as long as this cara caught Nasri’s car passing by at the ti, he could get the most solid evidence.
He walked to the base of the cara and found a plaque stuck beneath it.
[Authorized by XXX]
Below that was the na of a local street police station.
Clearly, this was a traffic cara under the jurisdiction of the police station.
Tang Long put his hands behind his back and circled the cara for a bit, pondering.
From ti to ti, cars sped down the road.
He had an idea.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Gracie’s number.
"Gracie, do you know anyone at the XXX police station? Help make a call to get access to so surveillance footage."
(There will be another Chapter around 1 o’clock)
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