Dogfight

With just one poke, Xu Cheng fished out the background of the freight company boss. 

Now, he was no longer in a hurry, and it was time for Chang Qing to get anxious.

Inside the villa, Chang Qing picked up the phone he smashed, took out the sim card, and put it in a new phone. Not long after, another call came in.

Seeing this number, Chang Qing's tone immediately changed.

"Hello?"

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. "What's happening? You know that the South Asian drug lord and the business in the Middle East are our big clients? You actually messed up both?"