That was why he had gotten Fatty to track her.
But the result wasn't as he had predicted.
Qin Mo hung up the call, one hand in his pocket as he turned towards the youngster.
No one could read his thoughts.
But after about three seconds, he picked up his phone and dialed another number. "Investigate someone for me."
"Alright, Captain, who do you want to investigate?" Fatty enjoyed such activities. "Is it linked to the police?"
Qin Mo's gaze deepened. "No, it has nothing to do with them. Investigate Jiu."
"Who?" Fatty wasn't sure he heard correctly, letting his chopsticks fall onto the ground.
Qin Mo's voice remained indifferent. "You heard right, investigate Jiu from the very start and make sure you don't miss out anything. Let me know about your findings."
"Captain, what exactly happened? Why are you investigating Little Spade all of a sudden?" Fatty couldn't wrap his mind around it.
