The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

After this matter is resolved, will Zuo Ning consider him a potential threat? Will he have him dealt with as well?

Ma Jinli drove the car into the airport parking lot, turned off the engine, and sat in the driver's seat for a long time.

Looking at the airport terminal lights outside the windshield, he repeatedly made plans in his mind. Finally, he took a spare phone from the glove compartment, removed the old SIM card, and replaced it with a new one.

The only number saved on my phone screen was the contact information for a human trafficker in Guangxi.

This person specializes in human smuggling, crossing the jungle from the Guangxi border into the Golden Triangle, and then transferring from the Golden Triangle to Dubai, without using a passport or leaving any entry or exit records.

This afternoon, he spoke on the phone with a human trafficker surnamed Gao. The other party offered a hefty price, and he agreed without hesitation.

The money has been transferred, and the plane ticket has been booked. It's a flight from Hohai to Nanning, the last flight tonight, with a little over an hour until departure.

From the border in Guangxi, one can take a small path into the Golden Triangle and then travel to Dubai. He had heard about this route from people in the trade before; although it was arduous, it was relatively safe.

I didn't tell anyone about this plan.

He tucked his spare phone into his pocket, opened the car door, and walked towards the terminal.

At 2 a.m., Liu Wei drove a Shuntong Logistics van into a place he had never been before.

Several workers were already waiting at the entrance of the cold storage. When they saw him arrive, they didn't say anything, but just waved to signal him to back into the storage.

As soon as the cold storage door opened, a cloud of white steam billowed out, carrying the salty, fishy smell of the sea and the pungent odor of frozen fish. The workers began carrying styrofoam boxes into the truck bed, stacking them neatly one after another.

Liu Wei leaned against the car door next to the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and watched as the styrofoam boxes were loaded onto the car, pondering how to pay off his debts once he got the remaining 100,000 yuan.

After loading the goods, he signed the dispatch form and started the truck, heading towards Shuntong Logistics. The streets of Hehai City were deserted in the early morning, and all the traffic lights were flashing yellow.

Humming a little tune, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other fiddling with the radio, he couldn't find a song he liked after trying several stations, so he simply turned off the radio and started singing to himself.

He was singing old songs from the 1990s, but the tune had gone way off track, though he himself was completely unaware of it.

The car turned into the logistics parking lot.

Most drivers were already asleep at this hour, with only one light still on in the duty room. Liu Wei parked the truck in the innermost parking space in the southwest corner as instructed by Ma Jinli, turned off the engine, left the keys on the dashboard, and then jumped out of the truck with his canvas bag.

The canvas bag, containing 100,000 yuan, was heavy and swayed back and forth against his side.

I walked back to my dorm, feeling quite pleased with myself.

This job was too easy; he only drove one trip and earned 100,000 yuan. He'll get another 100,000 yuan tomorrow, and he can fill most of the gap in his hundreds of thousands of yuan deficit.

As for what kind of goods were being transported, Ma Jinli wouldn't let him say, and he couldn't be bothered to ask. Anyway, it was just frozen seafood in styrofoam boxes—what problem could there be?

The dormitory door was ajar, and the lights were off inside; the driver, who shared the room, was probably asleep.

I tiptoed in and just put the canvas bag on the bed when I suddenly felt a dark shadow behind me.

Before he could even turn around, a cold steel cable had already tightened around his neck.

Liu Wei's hands instinctively gripped the increasingly tight steel wire around his neck, his fingernails digging several bloody marks into the skin of his throat.

He kicked and thrashed with all his might, knocking over a plastic stool that fell to the ground with a thud.

His mouth was wide open but no sound came out, only a few muffled breaths squeezed out of his throat. His eyeballs began to bulge, the whites of his eyes were full of blood vessels, and his vision began to darken from the edges, gradually shrinking until only a small patch of blurry white on the ceiling remained.

Then that last patch of white disappeared as well.

The wire has come loose.

Liu Wei's body slumped to the ground, his eyes still open, but his pupils were no longer moving.

The shadowy figure pocketed the wire and silently left the dormitory, disappearing into the night outside the parking lot.

Around six o'clock in the morning, Lao Zhou, the driver who shared the room with Liu Wei, came back from outside. He opened the door and saw Liu Wei lying on the ground. He thought Liu Wei had drunk too much and went over to pull him up.

The moment my hand touched his shoulder, I realized something was wrong. His body was cold, his eyes were open with cloudy pupils, and there was a dark purple bruise on his neck that had sunk into his flesh.

Old Zhou was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and scrambled out of the dormitory, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Around 7 a.m., the police officers from the local police station arrived first.

Two young police officers quickly examined the scene and immediately reported it to the branch office. At 7:30 AM, the branch office's criminal investigation team arrived and determined that the ligature marks on the victim's neck were professionally made, leading to a preliminary conclusion of homicide.

Just as the criminal investigation team was examining the scene, a police officer responsible for inspecting the trucks parked in the southwest corner suddenly shouted, "Captain, come and take a look at this."

The truck's cargo compartment was opened, and police dogs barked incessantly inside, as if they had discovered something.

There were only ten styrofoam boxes. The first few contained ordinary seafood. He kept moving them to the last one, and when he opened it, he gasped and his face changed instantly.

Inside the box, there was a packet of white powder wrapped tightly in plastic wrap, and a packet of colorful beads.

Upon seeing this, the criminal investigation captain's expression turned extremely grave, and he immediately called the bureau to report the situation.

Less than half an hour later, Zhou Jianguo, deputy director of the Hehai City Public Security Bureau, personally led the anti-drug squad to the parking lot of Shuntong Logistics.

Fully armed police officers cordoned off the area, completely blocking the parking lot. Police dogs sniffed around the truck, their handlers holding tightly to their leashes.

All the drivers and managers present were taken aside and questioned one by one. Old Qian stood outside the police line, his face ashen. He tried to go in to explain but was stopped by the police.

All I could do was watch from afar as uniformed men went in and out of the parking lot, as several policemen sealed off the doors of the office building, and as Zhou Jianguo, his face grim, spoke into a walkie-talkie to someone.

The parking lot of Shuntong Logistics suddenly became a scene of murder and drug trafficking, and some reporters, having somehow learned of the incident, flocked to the scene.

The situation is escalating rapidly!