What exactly is the signal that Zhang Jiao sent only to me?

Clearly, after working, Zhou Jin understands him a bit better.

However, Zhou Jin took less than a minute to form his guess while watching the screen—no wonder he is Zhang Jiao's former colleague.

"‘Client’! It must be that; maybe he typed it wrong!”

According to Lao Jin's recollection, the client Zhang Jiao was in contact with before he changed jobs—although he hadn't interacted with them directly—based on Zhang Jiao's complaints, they indeed were no good people.

Zhang Jiao used to call him Mr. Qian; he was a big project manager at the client's company, reportedly a middle-aged man in his 40s who liked to wear a purple suit.

"Such a perverted person might do something out of line. It’s not improbable.”

Zhou Jin took a day off from work, and we disguised ourselves as consulting business colleagues, dressed in suits, and went to the client’s office building.

This building indeed looked upscale. We tried to act like wealthy big shots and followed the information Zhang Jiao had left to find Mr. Qian’s office.

Something felt off.

We were being followed.

Yes, there was a guy with a black baseball cap behind us, thin and inconspicuous—but in this office building, which had a faint scent of perfume in the air, he stood out.

He had been following us ever since we came in, sticking to our route the whole time.

I gave Lao Jin a look.

He pretended to head to the restroom on the west side, while I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, subtly keeping an eye on the shady guy in the black hat.

"Ah—"

With a scream from the guy in the black hat, Zhou Jin had twisted his coat into a rope and tied him up.

The guy was so scared that his hands were shaking.

"What's your relationship with Mr. Qian?" I interrogated him.

"Sorry, bro, you…officer, I… I have no relation to him, but I’ve been tight on cash lately, so I started stealing. I still have a watch at my place. I’ll return it right away!”

Zhou Jin and I exchanged a bewildered glance.

Turns out the guy was just a thief and mistook us for plainclothes police.

I was about to explain when Zhou Jin motioned for me to keep quiet.

He bowed his head and dialed a number.

"Hello? Security Department? Tell your boss we’re police and we’ve caught a thief here. We need to talk to him."

Soon, a man in a pink suit hurriedly came out of the elevator, eagerly shaking my hand when he saw me.

"Thank you, officer, thank goodness for you. I was wondering why I was missing one of my watches. It broke my heart…”

“Can you take us to your office? We have some questions.” I interrupted his smooth talking.

He was tactful and motioned us to the elevator.

Mr. Qian’s office seemed larger than the small one-bedroom apartment I rented.

As I touched his exquisite royal blue leather sofa, I quietly considered how to extract some useful information.

"Since we’re at your place, let’s cut to the chase. We’re friends of Zhang Jiao."

His face noticeably stiffened.

Then, he actually laughed.

The laugh sent chills down my back.