Chapter 147 - Chapter 147: Chapter 133: The Old Street Factory District Should Disappear! (Please Subscribe) (2/2)

Key information which had been deleted from the blue T-shirt man’s phone was restored by Lin Chuan.

“New mission, three million.”

— “Who?”

“Here is their detailed information , they have opened an antique shop. You go there this afternoon with a few antiques for appraisal, and strike with another antique in the evening.”

— “Okay.”

“Find a few more brothers who are skilled and act together to ensure nothing goes wrong.”

— “A web novel writer; just a few brothers should take care of it.”

“You should know the consequences of failure.”

— “I understand.”

“After you succeed tonight, I have arranged for someone to meet you at the usual spot.”

— “Okay.”

“Don’t miss out on that little girl.”

— “No problem.”

Lin Chuan’s expression darkened, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the Little Landlady who had already fallen asleep on the bed.

In the dim and cramped room.

The light from the table lamp and the computer screen cast a faint glow, allowing Lin Chuan to barely discern the Little Landlady’s form.

She lay on her side, her back slightly arched, curled up on the bed, hugging the thin blanket like a frightened little cat, vulnerable and helpless, pitifully sweet.

Suddenly!

The Little Landlady’s body jerked violently, as if having a nightmare, curling up even tighter.

Lin Chuan immediately ran over, gently patting her back.

In her sleep, the Little Landlady grasped Lin Chuan’s hand and pressed it against her face; after a while, her curled body began to relax.

Lin Chuan took a deep breath, covered her with the blanket, and sat back down in front of the computer.

At this moment.

As Lin Chuan again looked at the information displayed on the computer screen, his pupils constricted, a deep furrow formed between his eyebrows, his facial muscles taut, his lips pressed tightly, and in his heart, a surge of anger was instantly ignited.

Raging fiercely!

At this moment, Lin Chuan was more like a tiger targeting its prey, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

“Old Street Factory District, it’s time for you to disappear!” Lin Chuan clenched his teeth and exhaled a barely audible whisper.

Tonight, Zhang Biao had made his stance very clear, promising to give him an explanation.

But Lin Chuan knew there was too much entanglement involved.

Behind the fraud factory district lay a complex web of interests, what they showed was only the tip of the iceberg, far from being resolved by conventional means.

Then, unconventional methods must be used, to ‘speed up the melting of the iceberg’!

Lin Chuan’s typing grew faster, skillfully hitting the old keyboard, the mouse rapidly moving across the desk, and multiple windows were displayed on the computer screen.