Wu Ming, following his words, thought carefully and nodded, "It seems that it really makes sense."

"Alright, I'll help you check it out."

"By the way."

"What's your relationship with my sister?"

This sudden question left Song Guanchao unsure how to respond.

Wu Ming said, "My sister is not young, and the family is urging her to get married. And I must tell you, my sister is now the Mayor. If she wants to progress, marriage is a must; the organization looks quite heavily on this. You should know this better than I do."

"I find you quite pleasing, so don't say I didn't warn you. If you truly like her, act fast. Once this opportunity passes, it won't come again."

Song Guanchao didn't know when his brows furrowed but didn't reply to him.

After chewing a few bites of the kebab, he placed down the skewer and said, "There's training tomorrow. I'm heading back first. Remember to pay the bill."

"??? Wu Ming stared blankly, "You promised to treat me and now make me pay? Can you be a decent person?"

Song Guanchao waved his hand without turning back, got in the car, and left.

The next morning, Song Guanchao leaned on the classroom chair, listening to the old professor lecturing, but his eyes were fixed on the personnel files regarding senior officials of the Lei Group on his phone.

These files aren't detailed enough. After all, they are executives, and ordinary people can't obtain overly detailed information.

Moreover, apart from these people, who knows if Lei Group has other orchestrators behind the scenes?

"Pei Nan, known in the underworld as Uncle Nan."

Song Guanchao decided to use this Uncle Nan as a breakthrough point.

Because the file showed that Uncle Nan had a very good relationship with Lei Chengping.

After class, he dialed Uncle Nan's number.

Once connected, Uncle Nan's somewhat hoarse voice sounded, "Who's this?"

"Hello, Uncle Nan, I am District Chief of Tongchi District, Lingjiang City, Song Guanchao."

Uncle Nan seemed to ponder why a district chief from another place would suddenly contact him.

Song Guanchao left enough time for him to think.

Yet, the other party suddenly hung up the phone.

Song Guanchao wasn't surprised. He edited a text message and sent it over.

After waiting for two minutes, he dialed again.

The call connected again.

Uncle Nan asked, "District Chief Song wants to see me?"

"I wonder if Uncle Nan is available?"

"Haha, the police-community relationship is as close as fish and water. If the police need my cooperation, then time must be made."

Though it was a remark full of sarcasm, when spoken by Uncle Nan, it surprisingly felt comfortable.

"Do you have time this afternoon, Uncle Nan?"

"It's not quite convenient, there's a banquet this noon. How about evening?"

"Alright, it's a date for the evening. I'll send the address to Uncle Nan later."

"Then it's settled. We'll see each other tonight."

Uncle Nan chuckled and hung up the phone, Song Guanchao hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

...

On the other side, Uncle Nan thought for a long time after hanging up, then dialed Wen Ru's number.

He informed her about the call from Song Guanchao.

"I know, thank you, Uncle Nan."

Wen Ru walked out of the restroom, maintaining a faint smile on her face, though her heart was cold as ice.

Song Guanchao is beginning to engage with the inner circle of Lei Group, evidently determined to expose her, the undercover agent.

Wen Ru lightly exhaled, feeling weary and simultaneously hating Lei Chengping and Uncle Nan.

If Lei Chengping hadn't informed Uncle Nan, if Uncle Nan wasn't trying smartly to root out the traitor, things wouldn't have escalated to this stage.

But there's no point pursuing this now; the negative emotions in Wen Ru's heart flashed by quickly.

She has honed her mental resilience to remain calm, like not being fazed by a collapsing mountain, through years as an undercover in the police force.

She has a solution for this.

...

After the afternoon training, Song Guanchao arrived at a quite high-end restaurant and booked a private room.

He sent the address to Uncle Nan and waited silently in the room.

Uncle Nan didn't intentionally delay and arrived at the restaurant at ten past six.

Pei Nan, nearing sixty, with slicked-back silver hair, carries a graceful aura, stands tall, and has an energetic spirit.

He wore a pure white martial arts uniform, paired with spacious black cotton linen pants, cloth shoes, and grasped a rosewood cane.

He came alone, entering the private room.

"Uncle Nan."

Song Guanchao stood up to welcome, shaking hands with him.

"Hello, District Chief Song."

Uncle Nan's smile deepens his pronounced wrinkles, appearing kindly, showing no signs of being a notorious underworld boss.

Moments later, the dishes were served, and the waiter left the private room.

Song Guanchao lifted the wine and asked, "Uncle Nan, shall we have a couple of drinks?"

"Talking business, better not drink."

"Then let's drink tea."

Song Guanchao put down the wine and poured him a cup of tea, bypassing pleasantries, diving straight into the topic: "Does Uncle Nan know how Lei Chengping died?"

Uncle Nan nodded, his face darkened, "Chengping was shot by Chen Peng."

"Does Uncle Nan know why Chen Peng killed him?"

"Isn't that police confidentiality?"

"It is, but if Uncle Nan wishes to know, I can tell you."

"Go ahead."

"That night, there were three people in the private room: Lei Chengping, Chen Peng, and myself."

Song Guanchao recounted the details from that night to him.

"Chen Peng received a call, then shot Chengping, and before shooting at me, was killed by me."

"I invited Uncle Nan over to ask just two questions."

"Ask away."

"First question, why did Lei Chengping invite Chen Peng and me that night?"

Uncle Nan shook his head, "Lei Chengping and I were business partners, his personal life was beyond my concern."

"Second question, who is the mole hidden inside the police?"

"Wasn't it Chen Peng?" Uncle Nan frowned, seemingly confused by his question.

His reaction caused Song Guanchao to frown as well.

He stared deeply at Uncle Nan, this response doesn't seem feigned.

But it's hard to say.

To have mingled into the high ranks of the underworld, attempting to ascertain their true thoughts from appearance is nothing but wishful thinking.

Song Guanchao raised his tea cup for a sip, covertly took out his phone with his left hand resting on his thigh, and swiftly sent a message to Liang Jianfeng.

Then he quickly slipped the phone back into his pocket.

"Haha, Uncle Nan doesn't seem too sincere." Song Guanchao smiled.

Uncle Nan, puzzled, asked, "District Chief Song, what does this mean?"

"What it means is…"

Just then, the phone rang.

He took a glance and seemed unable to suppress a momentary smile.

"Mr. Liang's call, looks like there's good news, perfect since Uncle Nan is here, let's hear the good news together."

He pressed the answer and speaker keys.

"Mr. Liang."

"Pei Nan is with you?"

"Yes."

"Good, keep an eye on him, the criminal police are arriving soon."

"The mole caught?"

"Already controlled."

"May I shoot if Pei Nan doesn't cooperate?"

"Not cooperating? Hmph! If he doesn't cooperate, just shoot him dead, and I'll write the report afterwards!"

"Got it!"

Song Guanchao hung up the phone, smilingly looking at Uncle Nan.

Uncle Nan's aging face revealed some astonishment and a hint of fear.

But just then, his phone rang too.

Call from Wen Ru.

Seeing the caller ID name, Uncle Nan's expression shifted swiftly from surprise to uncertainty.

He promptly answered the call and placed it to his ear.

"He's bluffing, don't give yourself away."

Wen Ru gently dropped this line and immediately hung up.

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