He scrutinized all the clues he had obtained.
In the quiet office, Zheng Yuandong silently closed his eyes.
He chased the young man's footsteps in his memories, approaching the truth as if unraveling a cocoon.
However, the web-like chain of interconnected clues was completely shattered by a test report.
As if it had been forcibly severed with a single cut.
"Boss?" Xiao Ying couldn't help but ask, "What do we do now?"
Zheng Yuandong stood up, "The person behind the scenes may not be him, but the assassin on Laojun Mountain must be him, I trust my judgment."
Zheng Yuandong thought.
If all his clues were correct, but the lab report proved his speculation wrong.
Then there must be a clue he didn't know about that led to the wrong conclusion in the test report.
"He altered his own DNA," Zheng Yuandong said, looking at Xiao Ying.