Mier's pretty brows drew together at Qin Ran's refusal.
"You're going to investigate Hardy Lin's assassination, aren't you?"
"Why won't you take me?"
"My status and knowledge can help you just as much."
Confusion surfaced in the young consultant's emerald eyes.
But Qin Ran gave no answer. In fact, before she had even finished speaking, he vanished from in front of her.
Gender and appearance made no difference in Qin Ran's eyes.
What mattered more to him was whether someone could be trusted.
Although Mier had shown no hostility, she was still far from being a friend in Qin Ran's eyes.
So, whenever possible, Qin Ran would never act alongside her.
Watching Qin Ran disappear just like that, Mier froze for a moment, then stamped her foot hard.
"Bastard!"
The curse did not slow the young consultant's movements in the slightest. She darted into the car parked by the roadside and turned the key.
With a roar of the engine, the young consultant sped away.
She might not be able to match Qin Ran's speed.
But she knew where he was going.
As Speaker of the Upper House, Hardy Lin possessed not only extraordinary status but also considerable wealth.
At least, to an ordinary person, the detached villa before Qin Ran was a luxury they could never afford in their lifetime.
Yet Hardy Lin owned three such villas.
Money and power were like twins.
When one appeared, the other was never far behind.
Qin Ran did not delve into where Hardy Lin's wealth had come from. After easily slipping past the only two police officers left on guard, he entered the villa and began examining it carefully.
Through his Tracking vision, Qin Ran saw numerous jumbled footprints on the carpet.
Just looking at those footprints, he could imagine the