Shang Yu saw this, nonchalantly tossed his phone onto the table, his handsome profile cool and indifferent, "No need to report such trivial matters."
As one of the four main assistants, he should have been accustomed to such scenes long ago.
At this moment, Liuyun swallowed nervously, took small steps forward to pick up the phone, and reminded, "Boss, you... should look further."
In fact, that video segment was sent by Wang Yue.
When Liuyun first saw the surveillance footage, he too thought Wang Yue was making a mountain out of a molehill.
But after he finished watching the entire surveillance clip, he nearly knelt down on the spot.
What a show of impressive might.
Shang Yu’s thick eyebrows creased, he glanced sideways at Liuyun, his eyes filled with a cold glint.
Seeing this, Liuyun cleared his throat and pointed to the screen on the phone, saying cautiously, "Miss Li was also at the scene."
As expected, the moment his words ended, the quiet inner hall seemed as if winter had descended.
Shang Yu’s gaze turned sharply focused on the screen, his lips tightly pursed, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.
The surveillance footage lasted less than five minutes, yet the atmospheric pressure emanating from the man kept dropping.
Liuyun, half-bent, broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead within moments.
It was over; the master was enraged.
The heavy and silent atmosphere in the hall made it difficult for Liuyun to breathe.
Before long, the video ended.
With his palms sweaty, Liuyun retrieved the phone and explained in a hoarse voice, "Boss, this is surveillance footage hacked from the traffic system by Wang Yue. The details of the incident are as follows..."
In just one minute, Liuyun relayed everything Wang Yue said, his voice getting softer towards the end.
After a while, Shang Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep as the ocean, "Have they found the person who detonated the yacht?"
Liuyun’s expression paused, and he quickly gathered his thoughts, nodding, "There’s already a clue, Zhui Feng is following up on it."
"Have him investigate thoroughly; report back as soon as there is news," Shang Yu said, standing up and nonchalantly rolling up his shirt sleeves, his demeanor arrogantly superior, "Get ready, we’re returning to South Sea."
Liuyun didn’t dare to delay for even a moment, leaving immediately to arrange the flight.
And the incident tonight in South Sea, it’s likely... Luoyu will be severely punished.
Her duty was to protect Miss Li, yet at a critical juncture, she became the one who needed rescuing.
It’s unclear whether she underestimated the enemy or was simply too careless.
If those people had come specifically for Miss Li, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
That night, at two o’clock in the deep of night, Parma Time.
Shang Zonghai stood outside the old house, full of worries, looking at the tall and handsome Shang Yu before him, "Why such a rush, isn’t the girl fine?"
Between Shang Yu’s fingers, a cigarette was lit, his deep eyes swirling with danger and sharpness, "If she gets into trouble, then it will be too late."
Unable to refute, Shang Zonghai could only fiddle with the Buddha Beads in his hand, sighing deeply as he looked into the distant night, "Alright then, just be careful yourself. Also, this yacht explosion is most likely connected to your second uncle’s line.
Other heads of the medicine halls have been stirring things up lately; more and more people are opposing you. You must be extra vigilant.
I know you want to protect that girl Li Qiao, but don’t forget that only if you’re alive can you protect her better, understand?"
"Hmm," Shang Yu responded indifferently, gave Shang Zonghai a slight bow, and then stepped into the motorcade headed for Return Ocean.
That night, as the motorcade went away, Shang Zonghai fiddled with his Buddha Beads, murmuring to the night, "Old friend, I hope this time, my son can preserve the last trace of your family’s bloodline."