In fact, he hid behind the door of the stairwell, quietly watching his car.

I waited for about ten or twenty minutes.

It was only then that a man in a black cap sneakily approached his car and took something from his car door as if nothing had happened.

Sang Yanzhou squinted his eyes and took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the man, and did not choose to rush out to startle the snake.

After all, this person must be just a part-time worker, and he may not even be the person next to the person behind the scenes, and it is useless to arrest him.

On the contrary, it is very likely to startle the snake and make the person behind him vigilant.

When the man wearing the black cap walked away, Sang Yanzhou walked out, watched the man get into the car with a cold face, and quietly took a picture of the license plate number with his mobile phone.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned, those who were hiding in the shadows began to be anxious.

It doesn't matter, take your time.

It's always going to show its feet.

Sang Yanzhou wrote down the license plate number and dialed a series of phone numbers.

"Help me find out who the owner of this license plate number is."

With that, he turned and went upstairs.

Looking through the files of the previous kidnapping case in the past few days, for some reason, he always has a feeling.

I feel that there is more than one mastermind in that kidnapping case.

There is always a very powerful force behind the scenes, and erases all traces of the kidnapper, but the man's hands are clean.

No wonder they couldn't find any clues in the first place.

That can only lead them to make mistakes themselves.

After the man in the black cap left, he made a phone call while waiting for the traffic light.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Found?"

"I found it, located in a remote orphanage in the suburbs."

"Suburban ...... You go and ask where that girl came from, and then report back to me."

"Yes."

As soon as I hung up the phone, a call came in.

Looking at the caller displayed on the screen, a trace of surprise crossed his eyes, and Mr. Jiang, who had always been arrogant, became respectful.

"Hey?"

A lazy, Chinese voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Zane, what's wrong?"

"I heard that the son of the Sang family is back, is he investigating what happened five years ago?" The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be trying hard to talk to him in his broken Chinese.

"Yes, but don't worry, that little girl must have died, and with your help, there was no trace left, and he couldn't have found a clue."

The voice on the other end of the line paused.

"It's good that you understand, handle this matter well, and don't make any more moves against the Sang family. Don't forget who helped you get to where you are now."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, no matter how he checks, he won't be able to find out about us."

The person over there didn't seem to want to continue talking to him, and just hung up the phone.

In the past five years, he has met with the gentleman who took the lead in the phone no more than three times, and the number of calls has not exceeded five, all of which are passed on by the employees of his own company in the name of cooperation in the file bags they want to bring to the employees.

Even the employees themselves don't know that they have become a tool for them to deliver their messages.

After all, the one on the other side has a lot of background, and it can be said that it is no worse than the Sang family at all, but the country is not his territory.

If he goes abroad, the Sang family may not be able to do it to him.

He didn't dare to mess with this.

But let him not make a move on the Sang family?

No way!

A family that has begun to decline, what's so scary?