It’s Time to Settle the Debt They Owe Me

"That’s great to hear." Leaning against the bed with the phone still pressed to his ear, Shen Zeming smiled as his bodyguard explained the evidence they had uncovered.

It was a voice recorder containing their failed plan and a discussion about disposing of the drugs.

"You've done an excellent job. Secure the recorder and leave the place," Shen Zeming instructed. Once the call ended, he straightened, sitting upright on his bed.

His gaze shifted to the mirror in front of him, which reflected his physique and composed demeanor. 'Everything went as expected. Now, the time is...'

Shen Zeming scrolled through his contacts, his finger pausing briefly before pressing the call button next to "Duan Mei." He listened to the call ring three times before the line connected.

"Police Department, Officer Duan speaking," said a crisp, professional voice. It carried the no-nonsense tone of someone who had already fielded numerous calls that day.