Chapter 334: A Conversation Between Smart Men, Find J Within Three Days

Although Old Morgan’s words sounded casual and offhand, his long-serving secretary knew better.

He understood very clearly that Old Morgan was absolutely capable of doing something like this—and that Morgan Financial Group had the power to make it happen.

Not just the Commissioner of the New York Police Department—even the entire department could be replaced if necessary.

The secretary lowered his head respectfully, not daring to anger or contradict Old Morgan in the slightest. He immediately responded.

“Understood, Chairman.”

“I’ll inform Chief Walker right away and tell him to wait a little longer.”

Just as the secretary was about to leave, the phone on the desk suddenly rang with an urgent tone.

Old Morgan glanced at the unfamiliar number, then raised his hand slightly, gesturing for the secretary to wait.

“Hold on.”

“This is probably the call we’ve been expecting.”

Without hesitation, Old Morgan picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

“Hello, this is Old Morgan.”

“I’m glad to hear you’ve finally figured out what terms you want.”

He paused for two seconds.

On the other end of the line, Su Ming’s voice came through, calm and steady.

“CEO Morgan.”

“You might be celebrating a bit too soon. I didn’t call to talk about any terms.”

Hearing this, Old Morgan’s expression instantly turned cold. He immediately realized that this call might be a deliberate provocation. The person who had provided the location of Little Morgan’s body… was likely the very one who had killed him. This was pure provocation.

In that moment, countless names flashed through Old Morgan’s mind—rivals in the business world, enemies he’d made over the decades, and whether he had ever crossed paths with any dangerous extremists.

Within just a few seconds, his head began to ache.

Over the years, he had made more enemies than he could count. And many of them were certainly capable of taking revenge by killing Little Morgan.

What made it worse was that Little Morgan had always disliked having bodyguards around. He preferred to go out alone.

So who exactly was behind this? Old Morgan couldn’t say for sure.

Taking a deep breath, he forced down the turmoil in his heart and was about to cut to the chase when Su Ming’s voice continued.

“CEO Morgan.”

“There’s no need to guess which of your enemies I might be. I didn’t lay a finger on Little Morgan.”

“Because I’m an official police officer from Dragon Country, currently speaking to you on behalf of the Shanghai Criminal Investigation Brigade.”

At those words, even someone as seasoned and unshakable as Old Morgan was momentarily stunned. It was baffling, hard to comprehend.

He couldn’t understand how this situation had anything to do with the Dragon Country government—or its police.

But decades of experience at the top had trained Old Morgan to recover quickly. He immediately composed himself and asked,

“Hello, my friend from the East.”

“Could you please explain in detail how you came to know about what happened to Little Morgan? There seems to be something very unusual going on here.”

This time, Su Ming didn’t hesitate. He responded directly.

“Yesterday, the Dragon Country Police apprehended a criminal who used to be part of a large drug trafficking organization.”

“That organization has now been mostly dismantled, but its most important leader likely escaped to the United States. He has long maintained deep ties with various U.S. criminal organizations.”

“These ties include transporting high-purity drugs from the U.S. to Dragon Country, and helping U.S. criminal groups eliminate certain problematic individuals.”

“Among those individuals was a Dragon Country journalist who happened to capture footage of your grandson—Little Morgan—being murdered.”

“The criminal we arrested yesterday was the hitman assigned to eliminate that journalist six months ago. As a result, he had possession of the video recording of Little Morgan’s murder.”

“I believe that explanation is fairly straightforward.”

“Furthermore, with your influence and network, CEO Morgan, it should be easy for you to verify our recent drug bust operations in Dragon Country, and confirm whether we are indeed legitimate law enforcement.”

“Of course, whether or not you choose to verify it is entirely up to you.”

After hearing all this—especially the part about there being a video recording of his grandson’s murder—Old Morgan couldn’t help but clench his fists. But when he spoke, his voice remained calm.

“I believe you.”

“Dragon Country is a unique place. I don’t think anyone would dare impersonate a Dragon Country police officer to deceive me.”

“So, as an official police officer, what exactly do you need? What conditions must be met for you to hand over that surveillance footage…”

Before Old Morgan could finish, Su Ming cut him off without hesitation, speaking with a tone that seemed unusually serious.

“CEO Morgan, it seems you didn’t quite understand.”

“As police officers from the Dragon Country, we don’t need your money, nor do we need you to pave the way for us to become elites in the United States.”

“The reason I’m giving you the footage is simply out of a sense of justice that comes with being a police officer.”

“Just like now, I still feel regret for failing to capture the head of the drug trafficking organization who fled to the United States. Naturally, I hope you’ll be able to find the one who killed Little Morgan.”

“And I should add one more thing.”

“The fugitive leader of that drug trafficking organization appears to be closely connected to the person who murdered Little Morgan.”

“It took us a great deal of effort to dismantle that organization back then.”

“Unfortunately, the leader managed to escape to the United States, and we, as Dragon Country police, are unable to pursue him through official international channels.”

“That’s all. This call was just to introduce ourselves and clarify our identity, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.”

“CEO Morgan, I’ll now send you the footage showing the suspect’s face.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the call ended. Old Morgan, who had been about to say something more, was met with the flat tone of a disconnected line.

He tossed the phone back onto the desk.

Closing his eyes slightly, he rubbed his brow. As the shrewd man who ran an entire financial empire, Old Morgan had already picked up on the underlying message in that conversation.

After a few seconds of deep thought, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the secretary standing before him. His gaze turned sharp as he gave a cold order.

“Forget it. Don’t bother letting that useless Walker come up.”

“I’ll send him the suspect’s image myself. Tell him to turn New York upside down if he has to, but he’d better find the killer.”

“If he can’t find them within five days—no, three—then he can get the hell out. I have no use for dead weight like him anymore!”