Whenever he recalled Mo Fei, Qian Yikun did not feel like continuing anymore. He looked down at his phone. There was not a single text message.
When the vice-captain saw Qian Yikun in this state, he did not say anything else. However, knowing how Mo Fei was like, he knew that his captain could only rely on his luck.
"Let's have a meeting," Qian Yikun said as he took the report and stood up. If he continued to stay quiet, he would only feel uneasy.
The vice-captain nodded and called for a meeting. Their captain must have something to say.
In the conference room, Qian Yikun looked at the pictures on the board. Wu Biao, Dong Feng, and the old man were all dead. There were also pictures of Ding Jiaqi and Zhao Fangyu in the middle. On one side were pictures of Lin Xuan, Ding Haobei, Ding Junchi, and Ding Junqi.
The relationship here was complicated, but at least one thing was certain. The scope of the mastermind's identity had been greatly reduced.
