At noon, on a highway along the west side of the Hudson River in New York, a car was slowly moving forward.
"Luo An, things might get very messy."
Hearing Mona's words on the phone, the driving Luo An remained unruffled, his face calm, smiling as he said:
"Trouble is normal, if there wasn't any trouble, this matter wouldn't have dragged on till now."
Last night, after breaking into Trian's house and finding the laptop, Luo An immediately plugged in the USB drive he had been preparing for a long time, which contained a remote control program made by Mona.
Luo An had sent the clues obtained from interrogating Trian to Mona right away, asking for her help to investigate.
As for Trian's ultimate fate, Mona did not ask nor wanted to know, she and Luo An only wanted to uncover the truth of the past years.
"The phone number given by that tracker, just as you expected Luo An, indeed comes from a disposable phone, I can't find out who the buyer is."
