For the next week, I tracked the tattooed guy every day.

In my car, I recorded his daily whereabouts in a small notebook.

After a week, I found a pattern.

Every day around 4 p.m., he would set off along the east-west main road, pass through two traffic lights, and turn onto the north-south main road. Then he would continue straight, turn into a small alley after a traffic light, where there was a bar called "Kaideli." He would leave the bar at dawn and return the same way.

It was the same every day.

Most importantly, every time he left the bar, he was sober.

This indicated that he didn't drink.

He went to the bar every day but didn't drink, staying there all night.

Clearly, he wasn't there to spend money but to work.

It's no wonder, judging from his clothing, that although his family wasn't poor, they weren't too wealthy either.

This time, offering a hundred thousand as compensation must have hurt his parents.

He lacks education. He can only work as a waiter in a small bar.

Very good.

I nodded to myself.

I had already devised a perfect revenge plan.