Russell walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers parting the narrow curtains as he gazed at the streetlights and ground lights illuminating the estate.
"Speak."
"The man works at a nightclub. Last night, someone found him and offered him 300,000 yuan in cash to push a person in a wheelchair down at the cemetery. The person was fully armed, and their face was unrecognizable. The lighting in the nightclub was poor, and it was chaotic. They also avoided the cameras, so we couldn't find either of them."
Russell knew it was Nelson behind this. It seemed he'd learned his lesson from past mistakes, now making sure there were no traces left.
His eyes narrowed. "I see."
"Mr. Russell, what should we do with this man?"
"Let him go and spread the word that he's ……
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