Mi Chenshuo stepped out and saw Tong Airui standing at the study door waiting for him. He quickly walked over. "Did you find the killer?"
"There's a lead. Come take a look. Do you know this man?" Tong Airui turned and entered the room, rotated the computer towards Mi Chenshuo, and gestured for him to look.
On the screen was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was slightly overweight and had a black mole the size of a bean between his brows.
After looking at the screen, Mi Chenshuo gently shook his head. "No impression at all. Is he the mastermind behind Su Qing's murder?"
"All the evidence points to him. This man is the president of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce. I checked the phone records of those two killers — in the past seven days, their calls with him were frequent."
Mi Chenshuo clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead pulsating.
Tong Airui glanced at him, then raised his hand and clicked the mouse. Another photo soon appeared on the screen.
