The people wanting to destroy evidence weren't just Yang Yi—Eric's need was equally intense.
By the time Wilson's house had started to blaze with fierce flames, Yang Yi and Eric were already driving on the road.
Eric's complexion looked rather grim, whereas Yang Yi had turned on the car's light, engrossed in the contents of a notebook.
Finally, Eric spoke up.
With a sigh, Eric said in a grave voice, "Will I really get the money?"
"Mhm."
Yang Yi didn't even lift his head; he was still focused on the contents of the notebook.