"Then I will try my best to use the rights I can use to submit information to the senior officials of the Thai police. I will hand over all the case information about Mr. Yan to the senior police officials, hoping to attract their attention. Then I will send people to the families of the victims to explore the information.
, if this gentleman really committed those things, the victims' family members will have some clues in their mouths. Some may not have thought of it, and some may have been silenced with money. Both of these can be learned from the conversation.
Find out the clues, and once found, do our best to turn them into witnesses to testify against him."
This was the most comprehensive way An Jingxing could think of in the shortest time to deal with Yan Chenghui. Because there was no conclusive evidence, they could not use force or arrest anyone.
The first thing to do is to find conclusive evidence against him.
An Jingxing feels that his approach is the most reliable and comprehensive.
Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the man's first reaction was to laugh.
"childish."
This is the conclusion he gave.
After listening to the harmonious conversation here, Yan Chenghui finally lost his temper and became so angry that he didn't care whose territory this was. He stepped forward and wanted to take An Jingxing out of Tang Qianrong's house.
He was pulled down from his arms and slapped several times.
Unexpectedly, before his hand could touch An Jingxing's person, An Jingxing was turned around by Tang Qianrong and taken to the side.
Yan Chenghui has a big body and a lot of strength. As he moves around, he brings with him a smell similar to armpit odor, which is nauseating.
"Mr. Tang, I originally wanted to talk to you today. If you really like this girl, it doesn't matter if I give it to you, but you slapped me in Yan Chenghui's face like that in front of everyone. The debt is huge.
It can't be so easy anymore. Mr. Tang, if you give me an apology today, I won't pursue this matter. But if you continue like this, I can guarantee that not many people in my territory can.
Went out well."
"Perhaps this is indeed the case in Mr. Yan's territory...but...Mr. Yan, are you sure this is also your territory?"
Tang Qianrong's tone was not as gentle as when he spoke to her just now. It was a bit cold, but Yan Cheng's face suddenly changed when he heard it.
"What do you mean?" Yan Chenghui has never seen many people who dare to act wild with him in Thailand. Although he is Chinese, his influence in Thailand can be said to be almost unanimous.
What can this yellow-haired boy with no hair even grow do to him?
"It's not interesting. Mr. Yan does things neatly and clears up all the evidence. It's really hard to grasp the handle. I didn't want to meddle in this business, but Mr. Yan has already come to bother me, and I don't mind pushing it along." Tang Qianrong said.
Then he walked to the bar counter nearby and took down a bottle of old red wine from the wine cabinet.
"What do you mean? Mr. Tang, I respectfully call you sir, but you are only in your early thirties. I eat more salt than you eat rice. Don't be punished if you don't drink the toast."
Wine!" Yan Chenghui couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily.
But Tang Qianrong was still calm and composed, with the round wine bottle lying in the palm of his hand. He seemed to be looking at the wine, but then he spoke slowly.
"Three years ago, the Thai police found a damaged fingerprint on the body of an unknown female fished out of the sea. The girl was only fifteen years old and her lower body had been brutally tortured. But at that time, the police were struggling to find a suspect and
The fingerprints were compared and the case was shelved.”
