It's almost dawn, and bright lights are still shining in the large, smooth office.

A young man with brown-blond curly hair was dozing off with his head propped up on his head, and several strong men beside him were fast asleep.

Deafening snores echoed throughout the office.

At this moment, a slight click of the lock cylinder was heard from the end of the large office.

The thing that made the sound was the lock of a small door. At this moment, the lock was being unscrewed from the inside out, and at the same time, the small door was being pulled back.

Behind the small door is a small office nested in a large office.

A figure walked out of the small office.

Slight and somewhat hasty footsteps began to echo in the large office.

The young man who was dozing in front of the computer suddenly woke up. He straightened up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then quickly shook the strong men around him who were sleeping soundly, and then began to stare at the computer chat interface with all his concentration.

At the same time, those strong men who were still a little angry and about to have a seizure suddenly woke up when they heard the footsteps, and came to the chat interface and stared at it.

Footsteps came from far away, and a mature middle-aged man in formal attire, upright posture, and gold-rimmed glasses walked up to where everyone was working.

"Winter, is there any reply over there?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with brown-blonde curly hair.

"Ah good."

The young man's head was covered for a while before he came back to his senses. He stared at the chat box on the computer monitor. In the chat box, there were only messages sent by him, but no reply from the other party. "Boss, there is no reply yet."

"Don't relax," the middle-aged man known as the boss glanced at the young man, and then glanced at the strong men around him, "The client in this case is very generous. If we can find traces of the target, our performance in the first half of this year will be

It will be settled, and when the time comes, everyone will use their pockets to put the bonuses."

Hearing the word bonus, the young man suddenly woke up from his sleepiness. He stared at the content displayed on the computer screen. Soon he seemed to have recalled something and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Boss, why don't we publish the information Jace sent us?"

"What's the use of announcing it?" The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, "Can the background of the person who can do this kind of experiment be small? Maybe it's a big consortium. Can we offend a big consortium? Do you want to

Are we all going to be taken away in a municipal body collection truck tomorrow?"

His eyes swept over all the strong men around him. Under the neat shirts of these strong men, complex tattoo lines were vaguely revealed.

"We are all from the West District. We have made it from a small gang to what we are today by using any means necessary. Kindness is useless in this world. Money and fists are the truth.

"If we can climb the tree of this client and continue to receive tasks from him, from now on we will have meat to eat every day, live in a big house in the city center, and go to Laxu to choose the most beautiful woman."

"Long live the boss!"

Everyone immediately roared.

Winter, a young man with curly brown hair, was among the crowd, and the warm atmosphere dispelled his worries.

Although he had a great time getting along with Jace, he had also longed for the beautiful life of a professor at a famous university and felt pity for this miserable professor.

But if sacrificing this famous professor can bring him a better life in the future, then he won't mind. After all, he has done this kind of thing many times when he was in the West District.

At this time, the middle-aged man's bracelet vibrated. He raised his bracelet and glanced at everyone, "Continue to contact the target."

"The target hasn't responded to us all night," Winter glanced at the chat screen. "Did he find out that we didn't publish the information he wanted us to publish and noticed our problem?"

"impossible."

A strong man sitting next to him lit a cigarette and sneered, "This guy has had a smooth life. He has nothing but high academic qualifications. He will believe whatever you say. If he was a veteran, he would have discovered our secrets long ago."

It’s a problem, I can’t wait until now.”

"But······"

Ding--

Winter was about to retort when a sudden reminder came from the computer.

That was the voice of a friend who was particularly concerned about coming online.

Winter came back to his senses instantly and looked at the computer screen. The originally dim avatar had now become brighter.

In an instant, everyone gathered around and leaned in front of the computer screen.

"Quickly, ask him where he is?"

The middle-aged man quickly ordered with a little eager excitement.

Winter immediately woke up the keyboard and typed a line of words,

[Where are you now?]

Within a short period of time, a rapid message alert sounded on the computer.

[I have arrived]

Ding dong——

As everyone's eyes focused on the computer screen, the crisp doorbell rang.

The sound of the doorbell was mixed with the sharp message prompts, making this silent dawn so noisy.

Everyone became quiet at this moment.

After the doorbell rang for a few seconds, the person outside the door seemed a little strange that he didn't get a reply. He pressed the door handle and slowly unlocked the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the information on his bracelet.

······

He Ao opened the door and saw a young man with brown-blond hair standing in front of the door, breathing heavily.

"Mr. Jess, I just wanted to open the door for you."

Winter looked at He Ao, smiled, and then focused his eyes on He Ao's blood-stained clothes, "Mr. Jess, are you...?"

"A little trouble has been solved."

He Ao looked calmly into the office.

Several strong men in disheveled clothes, who seemed to have just woken up from sleep, were walking or working in the office.

"Mr. Jess, come in and sit down."

Winter glanced at the blood stains on He Ao's body, hesitated for a moment, and then invited He Ao into the office. As he led He Ao inside, he smiled and said, "This is the second time Mr. Jess has come to our place.

Alright."

The first time was when Jess found this detective agency and commissioned them to investigate the death of his parents.

Although the two parties have been cooperating for several years, due to various reasons, they basically communicated online or agreed to meet at a place, so Jess never came to the detective agency again.

"Yes," He Ao nodded slightly. He glanced at the busy crowd in the office, "Your office also works at night?"

The moment this question was asked, Winter paused, his brain was working rapidly, and he immediately said,

"It's like this. Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to do a 'big thing'? You asked us to release the information and contact the FBI, but you gave us too much information. We need more manpower to sort it out. Things are relatively complicated.

It’s urgent, so everyone worked overtime here last night.”

Having said this, he looked at He Ao's body again, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Mr. Jess, is there really nothing wrong with your health? Do you need me to call a doctor for you? We have a long-term cooperative partner in our office.

Family doctor, the charges are quite reasonable.”

"No need," He Ao shook his head and scanned the entire office, "Where is the person in charge of your office?"

"Our person in charge is also working overtime here. He is in his office. I will take you over to see him."

Winter said quickly.

"Need not."

He Ao took three steps and walked quickly to the door of the small office.

The door to the small office was open, but there was no one inside.

He Ao turned around and looked at Winter.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked polite walked out of the toilet on the other side of the office. He glanced around and finally stopped at He Ao, and said with a smile,

"Mr. Jess, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you very much."

For the previous secret medicines, the person in charge came personally and delivered them to Jess.

"Me too."

He Ao smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

These people are stalling for time.

He quickly walked up to the middle-aged man and asked quickly, "Mr. Norbeck, I just want to know the answer to one question. Who is your real client...or, in other words, the instigator?"

You are monitoring me and who is the person who sent me a specific secret medicine? I need all his information."

The moment He Ao finished speaking, everyone, whether they were flipping through documents, typing on the keyboard, or walking between desks, stopped, raised their heads, and stared at He Ao.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jess, I don't understand what you are talking about," Nobeck was also stunned for a moment, and then he smiled blankly, "Aren't you my client?"
To be continued...