After arriving at the law firm, the two found the lawyer who allegedly had an agreent before. They saw the agreent and left a letter.
'Li Kuo, when you see this letter, I must have either t with an accident or succumbed to illness. If you have not yet beco independent by the ti I die, your future life might be very difficult. Therefore, I leave thirty percent of the company shares to you and ten percent to your mother. If you don't know how to manage the company, you should ask your mother for help. If your mother remarries, the lawyers will help you find soone good to manage it for you. Be strong and help Dad manage the company well.'
The date on the letter was ten years ago. It seems this has little connection with the present incident. At most, it shows Li Zhongran was planning ahead for this mother and son duo's future life.
These contracts took effect imdiately after Li Zhongran's death. Which ans, now Li Kuo is likely the largest shareholder of the company. It's possible for him to act as the chairman or find soone to manage it in his stead.
Unrelated to the case, Li Kuo couldn't feel happy at all. His mind was entirely focused on his father's case.
"Your father's death might be related to Red Butterfly."
On the way back, Xiaofan spoke slowly.
Li Kuo's eyes widened at Xiaofan's words, staring at him.
"I only said it might be..."
"What's the reason?" Li Kuo naturally trusts Xiaofan. Plus, now Xiaofan is the only person he can trust.
"The assassin last night had a tattoo with a black letter 'R' on his arm. I've seen this symbol before," Xiaofan continued.
"Do the people of Red Butterfly all have such markings?" Li Kuo asked.
"No, the internal mbers of Red Butterfly don't have these marks, but the external ones probably do. They use such marks to identify outsiders. Once in H City, I was tricked into a car by two undercover Red Butterfly agents. If I hadn't reacted quickly, the consequences would've been severe. Later, I found they weren't internal mbers but long-term helpers paid by Red Butterfly."
"Then why would Red Butterfly target my parents?" Li Kuo asked, puzzled. Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind: "Could it be that they found out I hacked into their hopage?"
"Hard to say. But given the current developnt, this seems unlikely. I keep feeling it's related to your family's company."
"Company?" Li Kuo had no clues. In the computer world, he might be a genius, but in other matters, his judgnt was far inferior to Xiaofan.
"We can talk more later; right now, we need to imdiately start unraveling things bit by bit."
Saying this, Xiaofan sped up the car, heading back to the newly bought house.
Speaking of investigating this case, Li Kuo certainly didn't have any leads and handed everything over to the police. Though police aren't always omnipotent, which is why so many cold cases remain unsolved over the years.
However, Xiaofan had his own thods.
For instance, how was Li Zhongran's private life?
From Li Kuo's mouth, it was known that Li Zhongran's daily routine was very consistent. Unless there were business engagents or company overti, he would be ho most of the ti. Whenever Li Kuo had a holiday, no matter how busy, Li Zhongran would make ti to accompany his wife and son on trips, from primary school until now, never missing a beat.
The recent two days were like this too, just less talk than usual. Li Zhongran seed troubled, but even when asked, he wouldn't say.
"Do you know why the Inspectorate sealed your house?"
"Why?" Yes, Li Kuo hadn't clear up this question.
"I learned from my uncle that your father was reported for supporting another woman by buying her cars and houses with company money."
"Impossible." Upon hearing Xiaofan's words, Li Kuo imdiately denied it.
But could his denial represent his father? Even though living together, did he know everything about his father? Even if he told the Inspectorate it's impossible, they wouldn't believe it.
No matter what others think, Xiaofan believed whole-heartedly, without reason.
"Xiaofan, my dad is absolutely not that kind of person. My parents have known each other since middle school, and my dad is very disciplined in life, so he wouldn't ss around." Li Kuo repeated.
"Do you know Liu Qiqi?" Xiaofan suddenly asked.
"No."
"Check her out. With your skills, there shouldn't be any issue tracking this woman. Once found, leave the rest to us."
"Ah, I get it." Li Kuo suddenly understood what Xiaofan wanted to do.
Feeling found direction, Li Kuo imdiately ran to the server room and booted up the computer: "Liu Qiqi?"
After reconfirming the na, Li Kuo started a human search to find her.
Apart from Xiaofan, none of them had seen Li Kuo operate a computer before. Watching him quickly type on the keyboard and seeing the screen filled with incomprehensible things, they all stared in awe but had no idea what Li Kuo was up to.
For them, at the mont, a computer was only interesting for gas like LOL, and just maybe recently Uniqlo has piqued their interest.
"Wait, that's the one." Xiaofan quickly identified the woman from the pile of Liu Qiqi records that matched the profile he had seen at his uncle's.
Fortunately, Xiaofan had an excellent mory and could rember her appearance right away. Otherwise, with over a thousand Liu Qiqis recorded in the Capital City, checking each would wear anyone out.
Li Kuo also quickly hacked into the internal network and systematically pulled up Liu Qiqi's ID, family relations, and more.
Twenty-four years old, car model. Current residence Capital City, Sanlitun...
"Why are you stunned? Go bring her to ," Xiaofan turned back to the three onlookers.
"Xiaofan, this, how could she just follow us three back?" Lei Xiaolei always abided by the law, and forcibly doing this was inconvenient for him.
"Heh, watch and learn from brother." Li San spoke confidently.
Li San had his sly ways to bring her over.
"Hey, if you can't find her at ho, try looking for her at Antelope Good Song Association in the evening. She's generally there." Li Kuo added.
"Got it."
These guys grouped together, each seed to have outstanding abilities. Yet, what their future holds remains uncertain.
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