roccoschili Chapter 58 The Mist Begins to Disperse
Chapter 58 The Mist Begins to Disperse
The night was deep, and the study in Li Zhanchuan's private estate was brightly lit. He stood in front of the French windows, gazing at the quiet courtyard outside, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it slightly, the bright red liquid reflecting a blood-red hue under the light.
“Xiao Ning…” he murmured the name, a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Assistant Xiao Zhou stood to the side, holding a thick investigation report in his hand. His voice was deep and clear: "Sir, according to our investigation, there is indeed a high degree of correlation between Xiao Ning and Shen Fang's fund flows. In particular, there was a recent large transfer. Funds flowed back and forth three times between his investment company and Shen Fang's account, with each amount being broken down into dozens of small transactions."
Li Zhanchuan turned around, his gaze sharp. "Does he think he can hide this from me?"
Xiao Zhou nodded. "We also discovered that he has been frequently appearing at several places where Shen Fang is located recently. All indications suggest that he may have become deeply involved in Shen Fang's plans."
Li Zhanchuan gently placed his wine glass on the table, making a crisp clinking sound. His tone was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Have someone keep an eye on him. I want his every move under my control."
Xiao Zhou nodded in agreement and was about to leave when he hesitated. "Sir, Xiao Ning has been your trusted confidant for many years. Do we really have to take action directly?"
Li Zhanchuan sneered, "A confidant? What good are years of training if a confidant dares to betray me? Since he chose to cooperate with Shen Fang, he should know the consequences of betraying me."
Xiao Zhou said no more and silently left the study.
Meanwhile, Lin Chuyue and Gu Yanchuan were studying a latest cash flow report together.
“The flow of funds this time is too straightforward, as if it was deliberately exposed.” Lin Chuyue frowned slightly as she flipped through the documents in her hand. “Given Shen Fang’s cautious nature, she wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.”
Gu Yanchuan nodded, his gaze deep. "That's right. I suspect that someone behind her is orchestrating this operation. This person is more terrifying than Shen Fang. He knows how to shift attention and even manipulate us completely."
Lin Chuyue nodded slightly. "If that's the case, then we can't just keep focusing on Shen Fang. She's already a pawn in the open. The person who's truly controlling the game is our target."
“However, finding this person won’t be easy.” Gu Yanchuan looked at Lin Chuyue, a hint of worry in his eyes. “The other party is very well hidden and acts with meticulous care. If we are not careful, we will fall into his trap.”
“Then let’s do the opposite.” Lin Chuyue smiled slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. “Since they want to lure us into paying attention to Shen Fang, let’s go with the flow and pretend to focus our attention on Shen Fang. That way, they will eventually reveal their weakness.”
Gu Yanchuan raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. "Not a bad idea. However, it requires a perfect bait."
Lin Chuyue smiled calmly, "Shen Fang is the best bait. As long as we plan it properly, she will definitely lead the people behind the scenes into the trap."
Meanwhile, Shen Fang sat in a dimly lit room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. She had been unable to contact Xiao Ning for two days, which made her extremely anxious.
"What the hell is that bastard doing?" Shen Fang cursed under her breath, her eyes filled with unease.
Just then, her phone screen lit up, showing a call from Xiao Ning. Shen Fang hurriedly answered the phone, her voice tinged with suppressed anger: "Xiao Ning, where have you been? Do you know how worried I was?"
Xiao Ning's deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "Shen Fang, calm down. This operation has been spotted, and we can't act rashly anymore."
"Being targeted?" Shen Fang sneered. "Are you saying you've been exposed? Or that you didn't even go all out?"
Xiao Ning's tone instantly turned cold, "Shen Fang, you'd better understand that I'm helping you. If it weren't for me, you might have already been uprooted by them."
"Help me?" Shen Fang scoffed. "If you're really helping me, then don't shirk your responsibility. I need the fund transfer plan to be completed immediately, otherwise all our previous efforts will be in vain!"
Xiao Ning remained silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Don't worry, the funds will arrive on time. But this is the last time; I won't take any more risks."
Shen Fang's face instantly darkened, and she said coldly, "Xiao Ning, if you don't want to be dragged into this storm, then complete the mission obediently. Otherwise, I don't mind dying with you."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Fang slammed it onto the table, a look of madness flashing in her eyes.
Late at night, Li Zhanchuan sat alone in his study, a complex network of relationships laid out before him. Xiao Ning's name stood out prominently on the diagram, intersecting with Shen Fang and the codename "Dark Eagle" to form a dangerous vortex.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he pondered his next move.
"Xiao Ning, were you dragged into this by Shen Fang, or did you betray me on your own initiative?" Li Zhanchuan muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes.
Just then, his phone vibrated and an encrypted message popped up: "Abnormal fund flows detected. The identity of the person behind the scenes is being confirmed."
Li Zhanchuan's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a meaningful smile. He said in a low voice, "The person behind the scenes is finally about to show themselves..."
The actions of Li Zhanchuan, Lin Chuyue, and Gu Yanchuan are gradually intertwining, and Shen Fang's predicament and Xiao Ning's hesitation are setting the stage for the final showdown. Meanwhile, the true mastermind, lurking in the shadows, seems to have already sensed the approaching storm…