An hour later, Xia Lei received a phone call from Anjum Khan.

“She went into a bank and got in touch with a man,” said Anjum Khan.

“A man?” Xia Lei was curious. “What does he look like?”

“He’s in his fifties, balding and wears glasses. He seems like a professor or researcher. You know, people like that seem kind of neurotic.”

“Do you think so?” asked Xia Lei.

“Yeah, that's what it feels like, a little neurotic,” said Anjum Khan.

Xia Lei was more than curious. The answer raised his suspicion. Could he be hearing voices like Ning Jing?

“They went into the VIP room. I can’t get in.”

“Stay outside then. Let me know when she comes out,” said Xia Lei.

Anjum Khan hung up the phone.

Ning Jing was probably going in to withdraw the ten million dollars. However, she was probably going to transfer it to another account. Ten million dollars was not a small amount. If she were to withdraw it in cash, it would have to be stored in crates.

“Which account would she transfer the money to?” Xia Lei was extremely...