Chapter 52 – Clean Hands, Dirty War
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The conference room at Bai Corp was dimmed, a single overhead light casting shadows across the table where Xueqing sat. A dozen files lay in front of her, all coded, labeled, and tagged. Behind her, a digital screen showed a flowchart of Lu Yiran's known business entities. The red lines of connection formed a web—and Xueqing was about to snap the spider's threads.
Mo Chen leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded but sharp as ever. Lin Nuo sprawled on the couch, eating sunflower seeds and tossing shells into an empty coffee mug.
"Any word from Shaotian?" Xueqing asked.
"He's quiet," Mo Chen replied. "Which means he's either verifying the data… or preparing to bury us alive."
Xueqing smirked. "Then we make the first move."
She slid one file toward the center of the table. "This company—Jinwei Holdings. It's a shell front. Lu Yiran's been using it to fund illegal surveillance equipment across City A."
Mo Chen frowned. "The one supplying police-grade gear to private hands?"
"Exactly," Xueqing nodded. "And I have a tip that the next shipment arrives in Warehouse C-17… tonight."