Lu Zheng erased all traces of his existence on this computer and then quietly left Allen Art Company, finding a hotel to stay in.
The next day, after getting the photos of those two posing as smugglers, Lu Zheng went invisible and returned to Allen Art Company.
...
Half a day later.
"Hahaha, are those two guys idiots from the Los Angeles Police Department?"
"Obviously, they are."
"Did they really come here to promote without even basic preparation?"
"Clearly, they don't understand our background or the rules of this trade."
"As long as there's no solid evidence against us, we have three congressmen and a senator backing us."
"Plus eight professors and twelve renowned artists as honorary guests."
"Hahaha!"
"Alright, stop laughing. First, we need to figure out why the Los Angeles Police Department approached us."
"Is it because of customs? Did one of our partners get caught?"
"In that case, it should be the FBI, right?"
