"What impact would a bomb in the city have?"
Mo Shangjun suddenly raised her eyes.
Vaguely, she caught something, but soon felt it slip away.
Impact?
Panic among the citizens?
No, such an important matter, and since no civilians were harmed, it would be suppressed.
Increase city security?
"Heiying's deal..." Mo Shangjun blurted out.
But, she quickly held back.
Does that mean it's not Heiying meddling behind the scenes?
"Still not sure." Yan Tianxing said softly, lifting his hand to pat her head: "I'll make a phone call."
"Okay."
Mo Shangjun nodded.
Yan Tianxing walked to the end of the corridor.
The call was made quickly, but no useful information was obtained.
When he returned, Mo Shangjun was sitting on a bench in the corridor, deep in thought with her head down, not responding to his return.
She was working to clear her mind of the clues, ready to estimate guesses in various directions, analyzing to draw the most suitable conclusion.
