Chapter 155: The Culprit

Five minutes later, following Li Muhua's black BMW, they entered the port of Jinze Bay. Along the vast coastline, shipping containers and various parked trucks were scattered about.

By the seaside, a few cargo and fishing boats bobbed on the restless waves, their sounds merging with the constant wind and waves, effectively masking the noise of the car engines.

When Li Muhua's car came to a stop on the outskirts of the warehouse, Yang Chen parked their car a good distance away.

Shortly after, Li Muhua, carrying two large suitcases, exited his car. He had driven himself here, and the suitcases likely held the equivalent of millions of Chinese yuan, converted into other currencies.

"Shall we get out?" Mo Qianni asked in a hushed tone. In the darkness, the normally strong-willed woman had transformed into a docile companion, sticking close to Yang Chen, her only source of support.