"Little Five, named Lin Chengfeng, was a cybercafe manager half a year ago. A small-time thug. He's currently hiding in a small hotel, and our people have already cornered him there."
"For someone running a cybercafe, his account contains tens of millions, and there have been frequent financial transactions between his and Su Mengshu's accounts."
Xu Ze paused, "We've also found that he transferred 500,000 to an account during the time when Tang... Mrs. Tang suddenly disappeared in the mall, that salesperson, now it seems certain, must have been bribed by Lin Chengfeng as well."
Upon hearing this, Fu Tingzhou felt a stabbing pain in his chest.
He clutched his chest and slowly bent over.
His breath was short and labored, as if he were suffocating.
The veins on the man's forehead bulged.
He really, misunderstood Tang Xi.
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The warehouse was gloomy and dim.
