In the room on the other side, Uncle Zhong and Lingze were studying the memory card.
Because a password needed to be entered, neither of them acted rashly.
"Uncle Zhong..."
"Hmm, it's been a long time since you called me that."
"I'm afraid I can't escape being implicated in Fujita's death, but I don't think I did anything wrong, so..."
"Do you want me to speak up for you?"
"Don't you hate Fujita? You were originally more senior than he was, and you were once his instructor. Yet, that pot-bellied man used his family's advantage to climb to a high position, when that spot should have been yours after all your hard work in XG. Aren't you envious?" Lingze said harshly.
