After the phone connected, a languid voice spoke up, "My friend, I am truly delighted to hear your voice." It was none other than Mo Daidai.
Yang Xiao had grown accustomed to his lifeless demeanor and got straight to the point, "I've made up my mind, I'll deal with Chairman Wu, and you help him overturn his case."
"It's a deal," Mo Daidai replied with a laugh on the other end, "I'll send you the information you need. You set off now, act precisely at 12 o'clock, and I will arrange for someone to take your friend to turn himself in, creating an alibi for him."
"The one surnamed Wu, his body must not be discovered, you have to make him disappear without a trace, without anyone—god or ghost—being the wiser. You know what to do," Mo Daidai emphasized.