Deng Zhongming was also a middle-aged divorcee who lived in his own paint shop. Chen Shi, Lin Dongxue and Lin Qiupu’s team rushed over. Lin Qiupu got out of his car and looked at Chen Shi. "It’s eleven o'clock right now. If you made a mistake or if the guy’s not here, then I’ve won this bet. I told you that you were too reckless with the gamble this time. I told you that even the best police officers can’t solve the case in such a short time, let alone an amateur like you.”

Chen Shi replied, "Perhaps the God of Luck is still on my side this time?"

"Is the God of Luck your aunt? Standing on your side every time. Hmph, I won’t believe it… I’m sure that bastard is on the run.”

"Impossible, there will be a guild war fight tonight. He must log in today."

Lin Dongxue...