On the outskirts, Ho Residence.
Located on the southern coastline, the mansion exuded the grandeur of European palace-style architecture.
With a grave expression, Ho Zijue stepped into the sunroom, standing behind He Bonan, his voice low, "Dad, Elder Hu and the others have already been taken away."
He Bonan, past his sixties, gently rocked in his rocking chair, basking leisurely in the evening's glow, "I've always said that Shang Zonghai isn't so easily fooled. It was only a matter of time before they got caught."
Ho Zijue looked down at He Bonan, furrowing his brows, "But this time Shang Zonghai didn't make a move. It was the complaints from Li Qiao that led Qin Song from the headquarters to make the arrests."
He Bonan sat up from the rocking chair, picked up a teacup from the armrest, and took a sip with a steady voice, reflecting, "That's precisely where Shang Zonghai excels. Think about it, what is it that has allowed the Shang's to become the leading family they are today?"
