"Clack!"
The chopsticks in his hand dropped heavily onto the table as Yu Lingqian stood up abruptly, an intimidating chill rolling off his dignified body, "Speak."
"Last night I asked some brothers from the streets to check into something. Someone picked up a 'hitchhike' little girl in the Beiyujing Rich District last night..." Ye Zhuoming's words slowed, as if carefully choosing his words, "Heard that the person had a criminal record."
"What kind of record?"
"...Violence leading to a woman's paralysis, just got out a week ago, and there seems to be another victim last night—"
"Bang!"
The chair behind Yu Lingqian was kicked over as he spun around and charged outside, emanating a lethal fierceness, "Where is he?"
Ye Zhuoming seemed to hear the commotion, hastily speaking up, "Since someone heard about this, there has to be a lead. I need some time."
"Where is he active?" Yu Lingquan asked as he got into his Bentley.
"Fuan District."
