The Favored Heiress
Chapter 561: Hopefully, It’s Not Li Er

Chapter 561: Chapter 561: Hopefully, It’s Not Li Er

Tuesday flashed by.

Even though the Five Sons were all gathered in South Sea, each of them was very busy.

That day, Li Qiao took Song Lao Liu to South Sea Police Station.

In the office of the chief, Fei Zhihong looked at the floor plan of the exhibition hall in his hand and asked with a serious expression, "Officer Song, are you sure that Mo Jue will come?"

Song Liao, still wearing his cap, sat upright on the sofa and looked back at Fei Zhihong, saying loudly, "Not sure."

Fei Zhihong: "?"

He wanted to say something but hesitated as he glanced at Li Qiao. He had a breath caught in his chest, unable to go up or down.

What kind of maddening answer was that?

Song Liao looked around and said, "I’m not sure if he will come, but just in case, South Sea Police Station had better still arrange a squad to guard around the exhibition hall. Focus on all the entrances and exits, especially in the middle of the night, and definitely must not relax the vigilance."

Fei Zhihong nodded in agreement, "Anything else?"

An international habitual criminal had appeared in South Sea. Whether or not the other party would show up, he had to take this matter seriously, or it would be a dereliction of duty on the part of the police.

Moreover, the organizers of the art exhibition had also contacted South Sea’s security and insurance companies. With the police escort, capturing this habitual thief should not be a difficult task.

At that moment, Li Qiao added in a calm voice, "The staff passageway."

At the sound of her voice, both Song Liao and Fei Zhihong turned to look at her; Song Lao Liu echoed in agreement, "Yeah, we can’t rule out the possibility that he will enter or exit through the staff passageway."

Li Qiao glanced at him and pointed her chin toward the floor plan in Fei Zhihong’s hand, "The staff passageway connects to the stairwell, and there are quite a few blind spots in the surveillance, such as the central air conditioning ducts and the emergency exits.

Godfather, I suggest you send two officers to pose as staff members, constantly watching the employees moving around the exhibition hall.

Mo Jue can move freely; he might disguise himself. At the end of the exhibition when the crowd disperses, watch for any changes in the number of employees."

This analysis silently earned Song Liao’s thumbs up, "Kiddo, not a bad line of thought."

Fei Zhihong looked at Song Liao, wondering if his identity as an international police officer was bought.

Shortly after, Li Qiao, seemingly thoughtful, stared at the wall opposite her, when a sudden insight struck her, "Godfather, when you’re at the scene tomorrow, have someone spread another piece of news."

"Okay, go ahead."

As dusk fell, Li Qiao and Song Liao left the police station.

Standing by the roadside, Song Liao frowned deeply and spoke with disapproval, "Kiddo, the message you had Director Fei release—if Mo Jue really finds out..."

"That’s exactly what I want, for him to find out." Li Qiao leaned against the car door with a deep look in her eyes, "Daqianji’s art exhibition might not truly attract him."

Song Liao scratched his head, "But we don’t have any paintings by Ti Xiang, and that Elegant Villa Garden you mentioned—he’ll know he’s been duped just by taking a look."

Li Qiao smiled enigmatically, "Who says we don’t have any?"

Song Lao Liu stared blankly as Li Qiao got into the car, his mind racing, and finally, he came to an astonishing conclusion.

Their Kiddo actually had a work of the great Renaissance artist Ti Xiang?

Impressive!

...

Wednesday arrived as expected, and the art exhibition of Daqianji’s works also began its prelude.

Early in the morning, Li Qiao did not go to the exhibition hall, but arrived at the research institute punctually as usual. Unlike other days, she wore a Bluetooth earpiece in her ear.

On the other end of the phone was Fei Zhihong’s voice.

"Qiaoqiao, when you and Officer Song came over yesterday, there were some things I didn’t feel it was appropriate to say more about."

Li Qiao set the microscope aside and pulled out a notebook computer from a drawer, "What would you like to say, godfather?"

Fei Zhihong hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke with some difficulty, "I’ve already looked through Mo Jue’s detailed profile, don’t you find it strange, the multiple theft records, they are almost all famous paintings."

Li Qiao’s motion of powering up the computer paused, then she leaned back in her chair and laughed softly, "Are you suspecting my second brother?"

Li Yan’s obsession with famous paintings was almost common knowledge.

He never missed any art exhibition or auction of famous paintings.

The title of Art Tycoon was not unfounded.

Fei Zhihong was silent for a moment, then honestly voiced his suspicion, "Qiaoqiao, don’t blame your godfather for being nosy, but I had someone check your second brother’s travel records last night.

The day Officer Song arrived in South Sea, your brother also returned, and the police don’t believe in coincidences when conducting investigations, so..."

Li Qiao picked up the laptop with one hand, stood up, and headed to the private meeting room. Upon entering, she curved her lips and said, "Don’t worry, godfather, it’s not him."

"Are you sure?" Fei Zhihong knew Li Qiao was protective of her family, but capturing an international habitual offender could not be clouded by personal feelings.

Li Qiao placed the laptop on the table and ran her fingers over the touchpad, "I’m certain he’s not Mo Jue."

But not certain...

Without waiting for Fei Zhihong to speak, she added, "Li Er doesn’t have the ability."

Mo Jue could disappear without trace, silently taking away famous paintings, with both physical agility and anti-tracking skills that were absolutely top-notch.

Otherwise, Song Lao Liu wouldn’t have been at a dead end after battling with him for many years without success.

As for her second brother, if you asked him to do a forward roll, he would likely end up with a bloody head, as a master thief... he isn’t qualified.

Seeing Li Qiao so certain, Fei Zhihong could only suppress his doubts and, after reminding her a few more times, finally hung up the phone.

Song Liao, being part of Interpol, once the joint police force arrests someone here, if they catch Mo Jue, he’s sure to be taken away for investigation.

Hopefully, it’s really not Li Er.

...

All was silent, and in the blink of an eye, it was one o’clock at midnight.

It hadn’t rained in South Sea City for a long time, but as night fell, a light rain began to drift down.

Standing in the night, the National Convention and Exhibition Center was shrouded in the low glow of a few illuminating lights.

The third floor was the exhibition area for Daqenji’s existing artworks.

At this moment, a figure in a black stealth suit was crouched in the corridor outside the exhibition area.

In his hand, he held a small, square device, his fingers rapidly manipulating something.

As time passed, he looked up at the surveillance camera and, as the red light flickered so imperceptibly, a smug and scornful smile graced his lips.

Meanwhile, outside in the parking lot, inside a black van, Li Qiao led the Five Sons, scattered throughout the vehicle.

Xia Siyu had a laptop on her lap, staring at the screen for three seconds before she smacked her lips and said, "This method of hacking into the surveillance is quite domineering."

Shen Qingye leaned haphazardly against the sofa, tilted his head, and glanced at the screen, "Is it hacked already?"

Xia Siyu lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Not just hacked, he’s also added a firewall. Trying to breach his current surveillance lock will take at least five minutes."

"Oh, then go ahead and attack," Shen Qingye lazily retorted, prompting Xia Siyu to kick him in the shin, "Can I? It was always Yin Lao Er who did this before."

Among the Border Seven Sons, Yin Lao Er was the computer expert.

On hearing this, Shen Qingye paused for a moment, then grumbled with displeasure, "Don’t know where she’s gone off to die; the Sixth Bureau has been unable to find her all this time."

In the front, Li Qiao pressed the Bluetooth earpiece by her ear and slowly glanced out the window, "Give me the computer."