Tang Changsheng could not figure it out, no matter how he thought about it!
A rash person might have pushed his doubts aside and dealt with the problem first.
But Tang Changsheng was cautious by nature. He knew this question mattered.
He needed someone with a little distance from the matter to help him think it through. After some thought, he called Da Xiang, recounted everything in detail, and asked for his opinion.
The devil was in the details. Tang Changsheng knew that well, so he left nothing out deliberately. If anything, his account was painstakingly thorough...
Perhaps what he had overlooked lay in a detail he had failed to notice.
Da Xiang heard him out and immediately spotted the gap. "The hotel, the room... It had to be Ultimate Care!"
"The room?"
"Fan Qiang booked your room last time... Didn't you say Ultimate Care's people came after you later?"
Tang Changsheng knew which incident he meant: the time he had gone to Ultimate Care's Nightclub, taken a terrible beating, and been saved by Black Whirlwind.
That night, Tang Changsheng had left the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall and returned to his hotel. Ultimate Care's people had sensed him there and come to hunt him down.
It was the time he had used the sewer and the Flying Ants to finish them all off...
But wasn't it hasty to conclude from that alone that Ultimate Care, rather than Christie Auction Company, was behind what had happened to Fan Qiang?
He knew the story of the man who suspected his neighbor of stealing his axe. Once an idea took hold, the mind supplied all kinds of evidence.
Besides, even if those lunatics from Ultimate Care had a grudge against him, how had they traced it to Fan Qiang?
Da Xiang fell