"Did I hear it was you who fleshed out my precise portrait?"
When the man saw Chen Yu, he instinctively asked this question.
Chen Yu didn't say much, only nodding his head.
"I really didn't expect to be taken down by a youngster like you! When I committed that case ten years ago, nobody could trace me at all, I thought this time would be perfect, just the same..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the two officials beside him nudged his shoulder.
"Enough with the nonsense, get inside!"
An odd smirk flashed across the suspect's face, and as he passed by Chen Yu, he even shot him a malicious glance.
Chen Yu didn't linger there for long, exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhou Shengtao before he hurried off to Shuiyue Number One.
It had been quite a long time since he had been home.
But when he returned, he found the villa's front gate tightly shut, and the business car he had just purchased was nowhere to be seen.