TSM Chapter 11

Hēi Mù Nài hesitated, but ultimately chose to leave the room. Míng Xīng Yě yawned and glanced at the large white sofa, “Please, take a seat.”

“Spare me the pleasantries. She’s her, and I’m me. I’m not…close to her.”

“Then let’s get to the point. Could we perhaps take a look at the information of the bartenders you’ve hired?” Zuǒ Yú didn’t even glance at her, instead playing with the ring on his finger as he directly asked the question.

“Oh? Is it related to the murder case?”

Shí Jiǎnbái nodded, “Boss Míng is a smart person.” He forced a smile.

Míng Xīng Yě fetched two empty glasses and naturally poured brandy into them, looking at the two men, “Ice?”

Shí Jiǎnbái waved his hand, “We don’t drink on the job, no drinking.”

“Mr. Zuǒ doesn’t drink either?” Míng Xīng Yě raised her glass, leaning against the desk.

Zuǒ Yú calmly replied, “I’m not working.”

Zuǒ Yú ignored her words and, without changing his expression, stepped forward and opened the file, quickly reviewing each resume. None of the faces in the photos matched the face in his mind.

“So you’re saying you don’t recognize the person I’m talking about?”

“That’s right.”

Zuǒ Yú coldly snatched back his phone and turned to leave. Shí Jiǎnbái shouted from behind, “Hey, hey, hey, wait for me,” and then awkwardly glanced at Míng Xīng Yě with a forced laugh, “He just has this bad temper, haha, I’m leaving, no need to see me out!”

“Fine, I’m not even appreciated as your driver. You’re the boss.”

……

Nányù Bàntíng Villa District, Zuǒ Yú had just taken a hot shower, his hair still wet, casually dripping water droplets that dampened his black t-shirt. He sat on the bed with a glass of whisky in his hand. Suddenly, the computer screen lit up, emitting a “ding!” sound that attracted his attention.

He stood up, walked to the computer, and opened the anonymous email:

Thinking of the escaped Spade J, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, gently placed the cup on the table, and his hand clenched tightly around the cup, his eyes gradually filling with murderous intent…

He also found people who both victims had been in contact with, a generous tipper with the online name: Someone Without a Shadow. The tipping records showed that each payment was below 50,000, with the highest reaching 500,000. Being so generous, owning a Bentley was naturally not a problem. He used every possible method to investigate this person’s location, but his background was completely blank. However, it was precisely because this person was so deeply hidden that Shí Jiǎnbái suspected he was the murderer—Spade J without a doubt. Able to escape the private security system, able to escape the police’s online masters, how could he be simply a moronic rich man?

……

Time flew by, and several days later, the police were still trying their best to capture Spade J, while Zuǒ Yú had been unusually quiet these past few days…

A beautiful and magnificent Chinese-style manor, with Han white jade pillars, the surrounding walls were all made of white stone bricks. Rose patterns carved from colored gold bloomed enchantingly between the white stones, and grayish-purple Garnish curtain swayed in the wind. The garden was full of noble flower species, disorienting the eyes, and the fragrance of flowers swept over, making people intoxicated…

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