When Han Zheng and Yan Luoxi arrived at the west side of the city, Mo Beichen's men were already there. Lin Ce, clad in a dark down jacket, stood before Mo Beichen and reported, "We have found the car without a license plate; it's parked in the alley up ahead."
Under the cover of night, Mo Beichen's expression was grim and murderous. "Where are the people?"
"We haven't found them yet. We asked the nearby residents; the owner of this van is named Xue San, a good-for-nothing thug who usually makes a living by delivering goods. Once he makes money, he gambles it away. A few days ago, we urged them to move out. Xue San was the most agitated, even though he was quick to take the compensation money back then."
Mo Beichen's brows furrowed deeply, "He took the compensation money and intends to deny it now?"
