"With this kind of poison, the death appears exactly like a heart attack on the surface."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's fingers holding the cigarette butt tightened suddenly.

Although he had long suspected that Qiu Jiahao did not die of a heart attack, when this conclusion was truly confirmed, a chill ran up his spine.

Those people are ruthless, first killing the father, then the son...

Zhou Hongchang pulled out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Qi Yun, and continued, "There's also this, he had a very small pinhole on the back of his neck, concealed by his hair, which the forensic doctor only discovered after shaving it."

"It's presumed to be left from the injection of the toxin."

Despite the turbulence within him, Qi Yun still tried hard to maintain his composure on the face: "What do you mean by telling me all this?"

Zhou Hongchang was silent for a few seconds: "We investigated the last three months of Qiu Jiahao's life and found that you had contact with him several times."

Qi Yun chuckled softly, exhaling a smoke ring: "Do you suspect I killed him?"

Zhou Hongchang shook his head: "I believe you wouldn't do such a thing."

"Qiu Jiahao was under strict surveillance, and we preliminarily determine that the other party was likely trying to obtain some information or object from him."

"The people monitoring him are very well-hidden; we still haven't found any trace of them."

Zhou Hongchang paused again at this point, then after a long silence, he said thoughtfully, "I don't know if you're involved in this, but if you know anything, I hope you can tell me."

"If you don't want to say anything... I won't force you, but you should be careful; the people who killed him are very professional."

Qi Yun nodded, continued smoking, the alarm bells in his mind ringing loudly.

Since Zhou Hongchang could discover his frequent contacts with Qiu Jiahao, with the energy of that group, he believed it wouldn't be long before they would find out as well, and by then, they would most likely suspect him too.

In the end, he's still caught up in this mess...

Only when the cigarette burned out did Qi Yun ask an ostensibly unrelated question, "Who initiated and established your investigation team?"

After hearing this, Zhou Hongchang didn't answer immediately, his eyes drifted to the distant streetlamp, and after a full half minute of silence, he reached out and wrote a '2' on the stone table.

"He directly ordered the criminal investigation team, even the city bureau leaders weren't informed."

Qi Yun contemplated for a long time, eventually letting out a lengthy sigh, stood up, and patted Zhou Hongchang's shoulder: "Many things, even he may not be able to handle."

With that, he walked into the night.

Zhou Hongchang watched Qi Yun's departing figure, his eyes filled with incomparably profound shock!

...

On the other side, London, Kensington Palace Gardens.

This place is known as the "Billionaires' Row," where the world's top tycoons and the British royal family members are gathered, including that "small target" man, who all own mansions here.

In an estate in the central area, a middle-aged man with a small mustache was on the phone, speaking in a perfect London accent.

His name is James, James Boot.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Boot, this time it's indeed our issue, please don't be angry!" The attitude of the person on the other end of the line was very humble, "We have tracked the traces of those robbers, but they've already left with the goods on a cargo ship, so please give us one more day, we will definitely retrieve the goods."

James swirled the wine glass in his hand, his face showing no hint of emotion: "For God's sake, I can grant you one more day, but my patience is limited."

"Understood! Understood! Thank you for your leniency, Mr. Boot!"

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