Twilight spilled from the sky onto the old streets. Scattered neon lights along the roadside lit up one by one, their multicolored flickers washing over the silver-blue vintage luxury sedan.
Ring, ring—
He Ao opened his eyes, looked at the incoming call flashing on the car's display, and raised a hand to answer it.
"Mr. Lynn,"
Tucker's face appeared on the vehicle screen. Looking at He Ao, he quickly said, "We've found some new leads on the warehouse, chemical factory, and machinery factory you asked us to investigate."
"One at a time. Take it slow."
He Ao rested his hand on the steering wheel and replied calmly.
Tucker nodded slightly and raised his hand, sending over a document.
Eve automatically opened the file and projected it onto the car's display.
At the same time, Tucker began his introduction. "First, the warehouse. After we arrested its owner, we obtained quite a lot of information from him.
"Ever since the Prisoner Gang completely took over the Southern District, his business of fencing stolen goods for the major gangs there had indeed declined sharply. For a time, he even listed the warehouse for sale online.
"But just one or two months later—around the time the Prisoner Gang brought the entire Southern District under stable control—the situation took a turn.
"An 'acquaintance' from the Southern District gangs contacted him and introduced him to a mysterious client.
"This client immediately rented out his entire warehouse for several years and paid him a large sum in rent. He used that money to take over several shops in prime locations, and his life prospered again.
"However, that mysterious client had many demands. They requested the highest level of warehouse management access and even kicked him out of the administrator list."
"He left a backdoor in the management