After Nasri sneakily finished taking the photos, he realized there was someone in the back seat and warily glanced at the rearview mirror.
Unexpectedly, Bony was a light sleeper at the time and was woken up by the click of the camera. In a daze, he saw Nasri holding up his phone to take pictures outside.
Bony curiously looked out the window and saw Tang Long and his group of three.
Having grown up in adversity, Bony instantly realized Nasri’s intention behind this action.
His eyes quickly rolled around twice, but Bony kept silent, hurriedly closed his eyes again pretending to be asleep, and happened to dodge Nasri’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
After hearing all this, Tang Long understood.
That bastard Nasri deliberately set me up. Mark my words.
He asked Bony with great interest, "Nasri is your good friend, right? Aren’t you afraid of being labeled as a betrayer of friends since you’re both part of the French Language Gang?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"No, no, no, Tang, he is not my friend. You’re my friend. You are the majestic beacon in my career, dear Tang. I won’t let anyone frame you with such despicable methods and affect the unity within our Manchester City team. We are a team. A team should help each other, not frame each other!"
Bony grew up in the slums of Côte d’Ivoire, and he didn’t even finish elementary school, with a low level of literacy;
After coming to the Premier League, he learned English, but often makes grammatical mistakes when speaking.
However, his statement in front of Tang Long’s inquiry was fluent, without any grammatical errors, and he even used a metaphor~
Tang Long realized that before speaking on the phone, Bony likely rehearsed in front of a mirror several times, well-prepared.
Tang Long thought, "All that talk about affecting unity, about being a team—sounds good, but if you were sincere about it, why didn’t you tell me as soon as you could? You’d have thought it over thoroughly before making the decision. In our current Manchester City team, Nasri can’t help you on the pitch at all, but I can help you score four goals in a match. That’s why you’re willing to take the risk of being kicked out of the French Language Gang to tell me about this—a matter of interests."
After thanking Bony for the reminder, Tang Long hung up the phone.
Tang Long believed Bony was telling the truth; the reason he had helped him before was also to plant an informant within the French Language Gang.
Looking at it now, Bony isn’t bad and has been effective.
But words alone aren’t enough.
Concrete evidence must be found.
Tang Long wandered around the doorway a few times, carefully observing the situation around the house.
After wandering a few circles, he found that the only place to capture a view of the front of his house was at a crossroad 50 meters away, with a camera on a utility pole.
Tang Long thought, as long as this camera caught Nasri’s car passing by at the time, he could get the most solid evidence.
He walked to the base of the camera and found a plaque stuck beneath it.
Below that was the name of a local street police station.
Clearly, this was a traffic camera under the jurisdiction of the police station.
Tang Long put his hands behind his back and circled the camera for a bit, pondering.
From time to time, cars sped down the road.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Gracie’s number.
"Gracie, do you know anyone at the XXX police station? Help me make a call to get access to some surveillance footage."
(There will be another Chapter around 1 o’clock)