Ruan Songxi came out of the ward, a man in elite attire with gold-rimmed glasses briskly walked over.
"President Ruan."
Ruan Songxi glanced at him and the two walked to a secluded corner.
"We've tracked his whereabouts, he's currently living in Deep Water Bay, relying entirely on Zhu Weier's money from selling herself to make ends meet. He did come to the hospital yesterday, but ever since leaving the hospital, he hasn't returned to Deep Water Bay. I've already sent people to keep watch, and once he surfaces, he won't escape."
Deep Water Bay is the most densely packed slum in Hong Kong, gathering a group of the elderly and impoverished, the lowest strata of society. Bedspaces are surrounded by barbed wire, resembling cages, with poverty and narrowness like hell on earth.
Ruan Songxi's indifferent face revealed a sinister smile, Secretary Zhu Qing involuntarily shivered and immediately lowered his head.
"At all costs, find him for me."
"Yes." Zhu Qing responded respectfully.
