A black Audi was parked quietly beside the street, with a man looking like a driver standing outside, occasionally glancing around.
In the back seat of the car, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence said in a deep voice, "How's the matter going?"
Another slightly older, balding man hurriedly replied respectfully, "I've already arranged for someone to look into it, but nothing has been found yet."
His expression was somewhat nervous, answering while secretly observing the other's expression, as if afraid the other would be dissatisfied with what he heard.
"Why are those things in his hands?" the middle-aged man frowned.
The balding man licked his dry lips and cautiously said, "He and that person are from the same hometown and seem to have a close relationship in private. The people below speculate that it might have been handed over to him before the incident..."
