He had only been brought back by Xi Chengcang two years ago.
For the first twenty years of Xi Jian's life, he had been like a transparent figure—extremely mysterious, with virtually no useful information to be found.
It was only after Xi Jian took over Xi Chengcang's scam companies and gambling stone yards the year before that some information about him began to surface. Even then, it was pitifully scarce—not even a single photo existed.
Ye Chen's fingertips paused slightly as he stared at the information on the computer, his mind racing.
Xi Feiyi's age did not match either.
Judging from the photos, Xi Lai's hand bones did not appear to belong to the same person as the one in the surveillance footage.
It seemed the most suspicious one was the third son, Xi Jian. The cleaner the information, the more suspicious it was.
Ye Chen entered another string of new code into the computer.
Very quickly, Ye Chen hacked into all the surveillance systems, large and small, of the scam companies and gambling stone yards Xi Jian had taken over from Xi Chengcang.
After carefully reviewing them, Ye Chen found Xi Jian in the surveillance recordings.
He pressed pause.
Ye Chen carefully studied Xi Jian's features.
Xi Jian had handsome features, phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, a sharply chiseled face, and skin so pale it looked almost sickly white.
Hmm... not chiseled like a knife—his face had probably actually been cut with one.
Although the cosmetic surgeon Xi Jian had hired was first-rate, and the work was so skilled that he looked nothing like the appearance Xuanfeng had described, such cosmetic work could not fool Ye Chen's eyes. At a glance, Ye Chen could tell that Xi Jian had undergone plastic surgery and bone shaving.
Ye Chen then