Zhu Yuefu believed that the person carrying a Storage Artifact might not necessarily have left their phone behind—more likely, it had been set to silent mode.
But setting it to silent was useless. Even turning it off would not help.
He remembered something very clearly. It had happened when he treated Master Qian to dinner.
With an arm around each of two sweet young women, Master Qian had drunkenly declared, "Don't worry, Boss Zhu. My whereabouts can be tracked globally by satellite, so the authorities can find me easily... I'm not bragging; I'm just at that level."
Zhu was not sure whether Master Qian had been bragging, but he believed the authorities possessed that capability.
So he hoped the police could help him locate Feng Jun's phone signal.
Yet he felt deeply aggrieved. Damn it, Shen Guangming is clearly the big shot here. What's the point of making things difficult for a small fry like me?
Three hours later, while asleep, he heard his phone ring again.
This time, it was a cosmetic surgery hospital. Just like the previous two calls, this hospital had also been robbed.
Since the first two hospitals had suffered interference with their active surveillance systems before the incidents, the cosmetic surgery hospital had set up a high-end camera outside, fitted with an infrared lens, to record everything happening inside in real time.
The equipment at the cosmetic surgery hospital was much more expensive. Several stolen items were worth more than twenty million.
Fortunately, they had been prepared, and Boss Zhu himself was also a photography enthusiast.
So the hospital had roughly captured the thief's figure. It was a small, thin person dressed in a Daoist robe. They had even caught a frontal shot of the face, though the image was distorted and difficult to identify.