Chapter 12 — From a 16 Million Yuan Villa to a Secret Buried for Ten Years

They don't just want to destroy evidence. I want to burn down the second house my parents left me. Right at that moment. Several security guards suddenly rushed into the frame. The plastic box was kicked away. The man holding the box turned and ran away. Another person swung an iron bar and slammed it towards the camera. The screen shook violently. Then it went dark. I stopped breathing for a second. Immediately call Uncle Liu. First time. No one picked up the phone. Second time. Still no one answered. I stared at the phone screen. His eyes were as cold as ice. On to the third call. The bell just rang two times before connecting. Uncle Liu's voice rang out.

"No problem."

“I just got a stick on my hand.”

“Caught two guys.”

“The other two guys ran away.”

I immediately asked:

“License plate?”

“Got it.”

“One guy is still stubborn, saying he only accepts money for work.”

“The tenant did not show his face.”

I asked again:

“Is there a fire?”

“As soon as there was smoke, it was put out.”

“The fire department is coming.”

“The police will be there soon.”

I closed my eyes. Slowly exhale a breath.

“Watch for the two captured people.”

“Do not let anyone have personal contact with them.”

Uncle Luu replied: I just hung up the phone. Ms. Tran called again. Her voice was tense but remained calm.

“General Manager Duong.”

“I discovered something.”

"The day he applied for maintenance of the old warehouse, Mr. Tong also asked the administrative department to produce a list of archived records."

“He focused on examining three groups of documents.”

“What documents?”

I asked immediately.

“The first group is customer contracts from the early years.”

“The second group is the supplier's deposit records.”

“The third group…”

Ms. Tran stopped for a moment.

“It's all the documents related to the project that took place a month before my parents' accident.”

My hands tightened on the front seat steering wheel until they turned white. His eyes suddenly turned cold.

“The project before the accident... a month?”

In that moment. I suddenly remembered what Tong Thua Trach said on the phone.

“Do you really think that the accident that year was just an accident?”

A cold feeling ran down my spine. If he just wanted to threaten me... Why did he deliberately search for records related to the time my parents were in trouble? He really knows something.

"That's right."

“The file name is Material Supply Dispute Phase 1 Nam Giang Construction Materials Area.”

Hearing that name, my memories only appeared vaguely. At that time I was still in college. Dad mentioned this project several times. He said he had a rather complicated debt, but it would soon be resolved. Not long after that... Mom and Dad had an accident on the way to negotiate. What followed was the company's most chaotic time. If it weren't for the help of my father's former subordinates, I probably wouldn't have been able to get up. All records of that year's project were boxed up and moved to the old warehouse. I have never reopened it before. How did Tong Thua Trach know about this file? I lowered my voice.

“Send me the portfolio.”

Ms. Tran immediately responded:

“It's been sent.”

“But there is something more serious.”

I frowned slightly.

“What?”

“This afternoon someone sent a request to extract that file.”

My eyes turned cold.

“Who approved?”

Ms. Tran's voice became heavy.

“The system records it as your account.”

I turned on laughed coldly.

“I was at the airport all day today.”

“Check the login IP address.”

“I checked.”

“The login location is right near Tong Thua Trach's company.”

In the car, only the sound of electronic directions echoed steadily. I bowed my head. A new message from Tong Thua Trach appeared on the screen. There's still time to turn around now. I don't answer. Just take a screenshot of that message along with the login information and send it to Ha Tri Chu. He only texted back two words. I understand what he means. The current evidence is enough to prove many things. A few minutes later. The car stopped in front of the old warehouse gate. From a distance, the red and blue lights of fire trucks and police cars continuously flashed. The warehouse gate was slightly open. The lock was picked and thrown on the ground. The chain has also broken. Uncle Han is being helped to the ambulance. His forehead was covered with gauze. Uncle Luu stood in front of the gate. One arm hangs down. The face is gloomy and scary. Two men wearing hats were forced to stand close to the wall. Hands have been controlled. As soon as one of them saw me getting out of the car, his eyes immediately changed. Obviously panicked. I walked straight in front of him.

“Who told you to come here?”

The man gritted his teeth. Definitely don't open your mouth. I don't force you to ask. Just calmly took out the phone. Open a photo. It's a photo of Tong Thua Trach. I held up the screen in front of him.

“Is it this person?”

The man's pupils immediately shrank. Just a very short moment. But enough is enough. I took the phone back. Turn to the police.

“I want to add the content of the report.”

“I have a very clear suspect as to the person behind this incident.”

Just finished speaking. The phone in my hand suddenly rang.