Qian Sheng's face showed difficulty, and he spoke in a low voice, "Elder Chen, with so many big shots in Northern Sea City right now, if we take large-scale actions, I'm afraid it will catch their attention."
"Hmph," Chen Shanhe snorted coldly, his expression full of disdain, "Useless! They are nothing but spectators of a chess game, how many dare to step into the fray?"
"I understand!" Qian Sheng bowed slightly, saying respectfully, "Please rest assured, this time Lin Mo will not be able to escape."
After his subordinate left the room, Chen Shanhe's expression turned grave as he took out his phone, unlocked it with the second set of gestures, and sent a message to a certain bigwig.
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Nanning Wuxu International Airport, the highway toll booth.
"Ah..."
"Master, do you think we can find the murderer like looking for a needle in a haystack?"
The young officer looked at the long line of traffic in front of him, his weary eyes filled with despair.