At five o'clock in the morning, when everyone was dreaming, Ye Nian-mo, wearily in a corner of the 24-hour cafe, handed Baker his recording pen.

"Emily has said all about it. It was Zhang Tang who bumped into people that night." Ye Nian Mo stirred the coffee in the cup.

Beck carefully put the recording pen in his bag and joked, "Hit and run, and find someone to replace him. He's settled in this prison, and this is over."

"No, it's not over yet." Ye Nianmo pulled out a cruel smile. Beck on the other side saw that his grim smile had a slight astonishment. Ye's men really could not...