Chapter 1718 - The Same Birthmark (Part Fifteen) (1/2)

Mo Fei was a picky eater—she was picky about the looks and taste. Therefore, there was rarely any food that she fancied.

She was very difficult to please.

Luckily, Qian Feng Enterprise mainly focused on the food and beverage industry. They had more chefs in five-star hotels than everyone else.

Qian Yikun was very lax toward Mo Fei. However, Mo Fei understood very well that if she dared to run away, Qian Yikun would really break her legs. Hence, she did not bother wasting any effort.

Qian Yikun was very satisfied with the fact that she had obediently stayed in his office. Right now, his main focus was on Slippers. Thus, there was no need for him to keep going out of the police station.

Qian Yikun sat in the reception area and looked at the interrogation records. Mo Fei was bored and continued playing her tile-matching game.

Mo Fei supported her chin with her hand and raised her head to look at Qian Yikun. On the other side of the room, the man was looking down at his doc.u.ments. His pair of long legs that had nowhere to rest were placed directly on the platform underneath the coffee table. From this angle, she had a clear sight of his side profile.

Perhaps this man had been a police officer for too long that although he was not in his police uniform, he was still emanating an aura of righteousness.

“Tigger’s business is mostly on diamonds. Why would he be interested in firearms?” Qian Yikun finished reading the interrogation notes and turned to look at Mo Fei, who was currently staring at him.

Mo Fei was caught red-handed, but she had no realization that she was caught. She blinked, thought for a moment, and said, “Who wouldn’t do business that gives them a lot of money? Furthermore, the flames of war rage on over there. The firearms business is obviously more profitable than the diamond business. Big Brother, that’s South Africa, not China.”

“The firearms business didn’t bloom in profitability in just these recent years. There’s no need for Tigger to suddenly start a firearms business.” Qian Yikun took the interrogation record and waved it in front of Mo Fei. “Slippers said that he’s been in this business for three years.”

Mo Fei had finally fished out a packet of plums. She tore open the package and ate while playing the game. “Hypocrite, are you trying to prod me?”

Qian Yikun fell silent. “…”

“Why did you kill Tigger?” Qian Yikun placed his hands on the table and looked at the woman who had not peeled her eyes off her game.

“Money. Bored. That’s all,” Mo Fei answered without changing her expression. She had finally pa.s.sed this level.