Watching ng Lang and Lin Haitang’s retreating figures, Wang Zhao Ping stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"Captain, who exactly is this guy?" Qin Xiaoru asked by his side.
"I don’t know either. I can’t fathom him. But being able to manipulate a character like Yuan Li... this guy is either extrely talented or a significant figure..."
"Bureaucrat speak!" Qin Xiaoru rolled her eyes. "By the way, Yuan Li’s lawyer is here, says he wants to et him."
"Hey!" Wang Zhao Ping scoffed, "Let him et then, he’s just late!"
...
"What? You’re saying that Yuan Li confessed?"
Cui Jizhong’s face showed so surprise as he listened to the report on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Cui, my lawyer just went there and was told Yuan Li had already confessed. He even signed the scene record. What exactly is going on?"
"What did he confess to?" Cui Jizhong furrowed his brow.
"Attempted ho invasion murder, framing others, and illegal possession of firearms—he’s confessed to nearly every possible cri."
"That’s it?"
"That’s it. Oh, right, Yuan Li had a ssage delivered, saying he confesses and from here on out, he will comply with your arrangents without any complaints."
Comply with my arrangents, without any complaints?
Ha! At least the guy knows what’s important!
But why would he confess on his own?
Is he tired of fighting and wants to stay in jail a couple more years?
"Okay, got it."
After hanging up the phone, Cui Jizhong still couldn’t make sense of it.
In the end, he could only shake his head and curse silently that it was like trying to shore up a wall of mud.
Since he’s a useless pawn now, Cui Jizhong didn’t care about Yuan Li’s fate. He doubted Yuan would dare disclose the existence of a mastermind behind the scenes.
"Knock knock!" Just then, soone knocked on the office door.
"Co in!"
A woman with wavy long hair, dressed seductively and sensually, walked in without a hint of hesitation and lazily sat opposite Cui Jizhong.
"Mr. Cui, what’s so important that you couldn’t say over the phone and had co all the way here on a weekend?"
Cui Jizhong’s eyes half-closed as he scrutinized the woman, his gaze sweeping over her crossed silky long legs.
He smiled, stood up slowly, and moved behind the woman, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her ear.
"So things, of course, are better discussed in person, don’t you agree... Lawyer Han!"
...
anwhile.
"Yuan Li has a son?" Lin Haitang looked at ng Lang in surprise.
She carefully recalled the past.
"Wait, that’s not right. I did background checks on a case three years ago. Yuan Li and his wife had divorced, and it seed there were no children."
"Well! This son certainly isn’t with his original spouse," ng Lang gave her a knowing look.
"Are you suggesting he has an illegitimate child out there? But how would you know?"
The fact that ng Lang knew Yuan Li had an illegitimate child was more shocking than the existence of the child itself.
After all, until the day before, ng Lang should have had no connection with Yuan Li.
"Cough! You know, we salespeople don’t have many advantages, but we do have extensive connections." ng Lang said without batting an eye.
"Yesterday, I took a mont to ask a friend to check this Yuan Li, and found he has an illegitimate son nad Yuan Shu, currently in the US.
But that’s not the point. The point is, the source of the funds for Yuan Shu’s study abroad is from the Xu Group..."
Lin Haitang was shocked.
In just one day, you’ve managed to dig up so much about Yuan Li’s background?
Again with this mysteriously "extensive connections."
If it weren’t for ng Lang’s proven track record of reliability, Lin Haitang would have scoffed at his claims.
What kind of super-connected friend is this, one that even the FBI can’t match?
Are you really in insurance, or are you in intelligence?
"Wait! You’re not really a mber of so intelligence agency, are you?"
Lin Haitang looked at ng Lang with a suspicious gaze.
He wasn’t a rich or influential second generation, yet he had unbelievable channels of information.
He seed extrely low-profile, despite supposedly having powerful connections.
Living in a cheap rental, wearing clothes worth no more than 300 combined.
Moreover, he was a ticulous thinker, leaving no stone unturned. The way he handled Yuan Li’s capture, every move was calculated and profoundly mysterious.
These indeed were traits typical of soone in intelligence work.
Oh, and that sowhat absurd surveillance and counter-surveillance ability, totally a spy’s exclusive skill set!
That’s it! An insurance salesman must be just his cover identity.
"Uh..."
ng Lang hadn’t expected Haitang to have such a wild imagination.
But thinking about it, his greatest advantage seed to be indeed information.
The future unknown to others, I know.
The truths that others spend their lives searching for, in the face of ti, will eventually beco my moirs...
Maybe I really do have the potential to deal with intelligence.
And it’s that type of organization where one person equals the organization, the required budget is negligible, the secrecy is seamless, as long as I don’t switch jobs, no one would betray...
"Okay! Since you’ve figured it out, I won’t pretend anymore. I am actually a mber of a mysterious organization.
The na of the organization is... ’All Things Return to One Union’!"
"This sort of mysterious organization whose na you can disclose so casually, are you serious?" Haitang was sowhat speechless.
"How is it casual? You’re the first person in the world to know."
Haitang: "..."
ng Lang also felt that his statent might sound ambiguous, so he quickly added another line.
"Uh... what I an is, this is a secret, don’t just spread it around, okay?"
Haitang acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing to walk forward slowly.
"So, were those things you said earlier ant to threaten Yuan Li?"
"What else could it be? Before coming here, I practiced in front of a mirror for a long ti since it wasn’t really a role to play naturally.
But it looks like the effect was good. I didn’t realize I’m actually an actor hindered by sales."
ng Lang was quite pleased with his own acting skills just now.
Aside from this face that’s too full of a sense of justice, everything else could score full marks.
"But what if Yuan Li isn’t intimidated?" Haitang thought about it and looked at ng Lang seriously.
ng Lang paused for a mont, then caught on.
"What are you thinking? If he’s not intimidated, it’s not like I can really go kill soone, right?"
"Then tell , which intelligence organization in the world doesn’t engage in assassination?"
ng Lang opened his mouth to argue back.
The Dark Web, intelligence agencies from various countries, Jinyi Guard, Eastern Factory, Qingyi Building, Thief Guild, Mu Ye’s Dark Departnt...
emm...
No wonder Yuan Li was so scared.
"Our organization is a peace-loving organization, dedicated to maintaining world peace!" ng Lang declared earnestly.
"Alright, I believe you."
"Hey, hey! With that perfunctory tone, I really can’t believe you actually believe it."
"Perfunctory?" Haitang stopped, turned around, and looked at ng Lang seriously.
"Maybe that’s because... whether you truly want to maintain world peace or rule the world, it doesn’t matter much to ..."
ng Lang paused for a mont.
"What do you an?"
"Nothing, let’s go. Xiao Yu should have lunch ready and waiting for us."
"Uh... really?"
A misunderstanding? What’s with this casual tone about calling over to her house for lunch...
[Am I loving too foolishly and naively...]
ng Lang’s phone ringtone sounded, and he picked up the phone.
"Hello! Mr. ng, this is Tony from Galaxy Securities."
"Uh... hello."
ng Lang glanced at Haitang and subconsciously lowered his voice.
"Mr. ng, about your investnt, I wanted to ask..."
"Stop! Don’t ask, asking ans you’re not professional."
"Wha... beep beep!"
"Who was that?"
"Oh, nothing, just a telemarketer selling houses. You see, I’m too poor to afford a house, it’s really quite funny!"
Haitang cast a strange glance over.
Why are you so proud of being poor?
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