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Judging by the number on the list, it was even greater than the number of children he had rescued last time; he sensed that this was definitely a very important piece of information.

“Where did you get this?” Ye Xiong asked seriously.

He Mengji hadn’t expected him to be so earnest. He seemed decisive and emanated an air of righteousness, one would think he was a senior police officer if they didn’t know any better.

“You don’t need to worry about that, just tell me what this is,” He Mengji said.

“Have you heard of the Huadu child abduction case? These names are those of the missing children. The police rescued a batch last time, look, this batch in red,” Ye Xiong pointed to the names in the middle of the list as he spoke.

The document listed over a hundred children, marked in red, blue, and black ink.

If his guess was right, the names in blue were children who had already been transported away, those in red were the ones currently captured and not yet sent away, and the black ink likely indicated the targets of the kidnappers.

The significance of this document was self-evident.

Ye Xiong quickly pulled out his phone, ready to take a photo of the list, but He Mengji turned off the screen to prevent him from doing so.

“I want you to tell me the real truth,” He Mengji said coldly.

“Fine, then I’ll tell you. Your dear brother is one of the masterminds behind the child abduction case, and this document fully demonstrates that he is inextricably linked to this matter,” Ye Xiong said.

“That’s impossible, my brother isn’t like that; he may be lustful and vicious, but he’s not so lacking in conscience,” He Mengji refused to believe it.

“Then how did this list come to be? Even the police don’t know who the kidnappers’ next target is, so how could your brother know?” Ye Xiong challenged.

He Mengji slumped onto the sofa, her mind in turmoil.

Dozens of children kidnapped—it was a heinous crime. How could her brother possibly be involved in such a thing?

He wasn’t short of money or status, why would he push himself to a dead end?

“If I’m not wrong, he joined an organization, worked for them, and almost revealed their secrets before being killed by a sniper,” Ye Xiong recounted the incident.

If she had been skeptical before, He Mengji was now somewhat convinced by Ye Xiong’s words.

“Who killed him?” she asked.

“It might have to do with an assassin called Angel.”

Last time, Ye Xiong nearly fell for Angel’s tricks, but later on, he had the chance to tease her a bit.

“Alright, I’ve said what I needed to say, now it’s your turn to tell me what I should do,” Ye Xiong got back to business, the hotel issue still required his attention.

“There’s no other way but to make those women change their confession and find out who instructed them to frame our hotel,” He Mengji suggested.

“That’s it?”

“Yes, just that.”

Damn, I didn’t need to approach the Huaxia Think Tank for such advice; even a fool would know to do that.

“Don’t you think you ought to suggest something more substantial?” Ye Xiong asked.

“This is a substantial suggestion.”

Ye Xiong found this woman could sometimes be quite unreasonable.

Fine!

He conceded.

“I spent a few hundred bucks, bought a bunch of flowers, and even suggested helping you find the murderer, and this is all the advice you give me? It’s not fair,” he complained.

Ye Xiong opened the laptop’s screen and swiftly took several photos with a snap.

Then he burst into laughter.

It wasn’t a wasted trip, after all. With these materials, the hotel’s security is safeguarded.

“Meng Ji, thanks. I’ll treat you to a meal when I’m free,” Ye Xiong said, and then left, laughing heartily.

After he had left, Thirteen, who had been silent all the while, couldn’t hold back her criticism, “He really is a madman. I have no idea what he’s laughing about.”

“He’s found a way to solve the hotel’s problems. Of course, he’s happy,” He Mengji replied.

“What way?” Thirteen asked curiously.

The method that the lady had given to Ye Xiong was something even a fool could think of; it couldn’t really be considered a method at all.

If it were indeed a viable method, those six hostesses would have already been interrogated by now. Right now, they must be under someone’s instruction, as their testimonies are strikingly consistent. With witness testimonies and material evidence combined, changing their statements would simply be impossible.

“This guy, even though he’s always giggling and joking around, is definitely not a simple character. He just pretends to be foolish. I’d rather not make an enemy of him if it isn’t necessary,” He Mengji sighed.

Brave men are not always dangerous, and wise men are not always to be feared, but the most terrifying are those who possess both courage and wisdom, yet disregard the rules.

Clearly, Ye Xiong was such a person.

“Miss, I still can’t figure out what exactly this guy plans to do to save his hotel,” Thirteen said, still very curious.

“There’s a term called ‘taking a circuitous route to achieve one’s goal.’ Have you heard of it?”

Thirteen: “…”

Leaving Fuhua Hotel, Ye Xiong drove straight to the police station and soon arrived at the entrance.

Just as Du Yuehua had finished recording her statement, she looked worried. Seeing him was like seeing a lifeline, and she hurried over.

“How did it go?” Ye Xiong asked.

“The evidence is very conclusive now. Those six women insist that the hotel allowed it, and those six foreign guests are adamant that they contacted them through the hotel-arranged phone numbers. The charge of providing **** seems to have been confirmed,” Du Yuehua said with a bleak expression.

“It’s all nonsense,” Ye Xiong cursed.

“Do you have a plan?” Seeing the nonchalant smile on Ye Xiong’s face, Du Yuehua felt a surge of hope.

“I do have a plan, but whether it works is up to fate,” Ye Xiong replied.

He caressed her hair tenderly and said, “Don’t frown. Everything will be alright with me here. Wait for my good news.”

With that, he went inside.

In the police station, quite a few people knew Ye Xiong. As they saw him enter, none of them seemed completely at ease.

“Oh, Xiao Zhao, good to see you.” Ye Xiong went over and patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder.

Xiao Zhao was the same colleague who had gone with Luo Weiwei on a mission to rescue those children last time, and it seemed he had a pretty good relationship with Luo Weiwei.

“Hello,” Xiao Zhao replied awkwardly.

“Where’s Weiwei?”

“She’s out on a mission. It seems like two more children have gone missing.”

“And your chief?”

“He went with her.”

Ye Xiong walked over to Luo Weiwei’s desk, took out his phone, noted down a few names, then made a call.

“Is there something you need? I’m quite busy right now,” Luo Weiwei’s anxious voice came through the phone, mixed with what sounded like a child’s crying in the background. It seemed Luo Weiwei was involved in consoling the families of the kidnapped children.

“I just wanted to ask the names of the missing children. Are they Lu Xiaoqi, Zhang Dahai, or Gao Shengjie…”

Upon hearing his voice, Luo Weiwei’s face changed drastically on the other end of the line.

“If you want to know the kidnapper’s next target, come back to the police station!”