The affair of the Cultural Relic Thief caused a tremendous uproar for several days, then gradually lost its heat amid newer trending events.
Only those deeply involved in the matter still tirelessly pursued the Cultural Relic Thief's trail and true identity.
For example, the many underground-world collectors across Europe and America; the mercenaries, agents, gangs, informants of every stripe, and even assassins swarming like hyenas over five hundred million euros; and MI5, Military Intelligence, and the CIA, all of whom had lost a great deal of face.
Many professions that ordinary people in peaceful countries had never even heard of—professions they might think existed only in novels—actually existed, and were now acting at full force.
To say nothing of the fact that merely hearing Lin Wan occasionally talk about their headless-fly rumors was enough to put Lu Zheng in a good mood for the entire day.
"I heard that the CIA commander responsible for this matter at the Lighthouse Country's underground auction last time has already resigned to take responsibility," Lin Wan said. "But because of his old connections, he and his former subordinates who were implicated alongside him are now chasing the Cultural Relic Thief around the world like mad dogs."
Lu Zheng could not help asking in surprise, "You even have news about him?"
"I heard colleagues in the Lighthouse Country bringing it up as a joke." Lin Wan shook her head. "Right now, Interpol itself can't even agree internally. Oh, and the police from Great Yin Country and Gaul Country are still combing through Interpol's intelligence database, trying to find any trace of the Cultural Relic Thief."
"What about the CIA?" Lu Zheng asked, raising a brow.
Lin Wan shrugged. "Aside from intelligence from a few countries, their database might even be more complete than Interpol's."
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