The last words Melissa shared with Zhuang Haoran clearly indicated the massive and terrifying destructive power of this thing, comparable to starting a war.
Those people want this thing on Zhuang Haoran, and the reason behind it must be this. The other side likely already knows what this thing is.
What could it be?
Everyone present exchanged glances.
Some remained silently. Zhong Qiaohui could only guess that not everyone who was silent knew the answer, and those who did know certainly wouldn't say it.
The only visible action was Wei Changqing whispering to his deputy beside him: "Find someone to check the Treasury Department of our country."
Zhong Qiaohui frowned, thinking that the direction the Black Cat Detective suspected might be correct. If it's Luxembourg's Duke, perhaps there was some transaction with a country's Treasury Department or Central Bank in the past, that would be a significant bargaining chip.
