Chapter 342: CEO Morgan, I Have Successfully Completed the Task You Assigned

The Pure Silver Ring engraved with English letters.

The moment it appeared, everyone present was reminded of the video showing Little Morgan’s murder.

In that footage, J had worn a similar Pure Silver Ring on his hand. The only difference was that the letter engraved on J’s ring was a “J,” whereas this one bore a “K.”

This detail served as a crucial piece of evidence, confirming earlier deductions.

…

Bai Yu, a disciple of Su Ming, quickly pieced together his thoughts and began to explain.

“Looks like it’s just as Brother Ming said.”

“When K was in the United States, he and J were both part of the same organization. It should be safe to say it’s the Poker Organization.”

“These identical Pure Silver Rings are actually symbols of their identity, or rather, tokens of the Poker Organization—a form of special recognition.”

“The casino owner likely has one too, with a ‘Q’ engraved on it.”

“This isn’t just about gambling, drugs, and prostitution. It’s about King K, Queen Q, and Jack J. Beyond those three, there are also members represented by A through 10, forming the rest of the drug trafficking network.”

“If we rank them by criminal ability, then K is likely the most gifted and capable among the thirteen.”

“From this, we can infer even more.”

“Brother Ming also mentioned before that if K is the founder of the Poker Organization, then it’s unlikely he would leave the United States. That suggests there must be other founders, or perhaps mentors behind these criminals.”

“If we do head to the United States, we’ll be facing no small challenge.”

“At the same time, I’m starting to wonder—could there be someone above K? After all, in a deck of poker cards, aside from the thirteen numbered cards, there are also the two jokers that form the ultimate combo.”

“Now it feels like… the structure of this criminal organization entrenched in the United States is becoming clearer.”

Bai Yu’s analysis earned a nod of agreement from Lin Tian, who took a drag of his cigarette, savoring the tobacco before chiming in.

“Being able to roughly map out their structure is definitely good news.”

“At least when we head to the United States in a few days, we won’t be going in completely blind. In a country we’re unfamiliar with, we won’t have the luxury of a well-oiled support team.”

“By the way, Xiao Ming.”

“Can you tell… whether K is wearing a human-skin mask right now?”

Su Ming didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes, studying the projection screen for a few seconds before shaking his head and giving his assessment.

“K is bold.”

“If I’m not mistaken, he’s not wearing a human-skin mask in his current state.”

“Because whether it’s his subtle expressions or the movements of his face, none of it looks stiff. It’s just like a normal human face. That’s not what you’d see if someone were wearing a human-skin mask.”

“Think about it. When K was preparing to flee from Luzhou to the United States…”

“He was confident that his movements hadn’t been exposed, and with both the Priest and that U.S. assassin as backup, he believed Ghost wouldn’t survive.”

“That meant there was no risk of Lan Cai’er’s secrets being leaked. From beginning to end, K believed he was in a very safe position.”

“And if he was sure of his safety, then he wouldn’t bother taking the unnecessary risk of wearing a human-skin mask.”

“After all, no matter the reason, if airport security discovered someone wearing a human-skin mask, they’d be detained immediately.”

“Besides, at the time, K probably thought that once he reached the United States, he’d completely escape our pursuit. Boarding a plane with his real face—one that no other members had ever seen—would obviously be the best choice.”

“Of course, what he didn’t expect was that the cowardly Ghost would end up being his biggest vulnerability.”

“Also, that Pure Silver Ring—maybe we can use it to confirm J’s identity with Old Morgan.”

“A ring that represents the organization and status… I highly doubt J would be willing to leave it behind at the Knight Bar, especially on some nameless scapegoat.”

“Not to mention, this ring is very likely a token given by the founder of the Poker Organization.”

“But what I’m really looking forward to now… is seeing whether K can still stay as calm as he looked in that video once we bring him back to Dragon Country.”

…

Several hours later.

At 7:00 a.m. New York time, just as dawn was breaking in the Western Fifth District.

Inside a conference room at the New York Police Department.

The shrill chime of an iPhone alarm—dreaded by office workers everywhere—went off, jolting Chief Walker awake from where he had fallen asleep on the conference podium.

Groggy, he picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and turned off the alarm, fully intending to go back to sleep. After all, as the police chief, he figured no one would dare criticize him for showing up a few hours late to the station.

But then he suddenly remembered he needed to report to Old Morgan immediately.

That thought snapped him fully awake.

He immediately grabbed the bitter coffee from the table, took a large gulp, then walked out of the conference room with his phone in hand.

Taking a deep breath, he organized his thoughts for what he was about to say, then directly dialed Old Morgan’s private number.

In the past, no matter how many promotions he got, he never would have had the qualifications to obtain Old Morgan’s personal contact.

This time, Walker was even entertaining the idea that, perhaps, thanks to his outstanding case-solving abilities, Old Morgan might let him climb onto the towering tree that was Morgan Financial Group.

At this moment.

Inside the CEO’s office at Morgan Tower.

Old Morgan, who hadn’t slept a wink all night, was wearily rubbing his temples. On the computer screen before him, various news reports about the Dragon Country’s efforts to capture the drug trafficking organization were still displayed.

The Shanghai Art Museum Bombing, the Sanhe Plaza Sniper Battle, the Lingling Circus Shooting Incident…

In the Dragon Country, where gun control was extremely strict, the fact that such major incidents had occurred was enough to show just how terrifying this drug trafficking organization truly was.

And just as that person had said, the leader of the organization still hadn’t been captured. At least, the latest intelligence hadn’t indicated otherwise.

That alone was enough to prove how dangerous and elusive this person really was.

Now that this individual had arrived in the United States and even helped the murderer of his grandson evade capture, could the useless bunch at the New York Police Department really accomplish anything?

Ever since he’d taken the position of Chairman, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d pulled an all-nighter.

But last night, the more he dug into the details, the more he felt he couldn’t rely on the NYPD. The idea of bringing in the Dragon Country’s police force was becoming increasingly clear in his mind.

Cutting his white hair earlier might have been a publicity stunt, but now that his only grandson had been murdered, how could he not be furious? How could he not want to personally take revenge?

Just as Old Morgan was drowning in exhaustion, his private phone suddenly rang.

He frowned in confusion, unsure who would be calling him so early. Glancing at the screen, his expression grew even more puzzled, but he still picked up right away and asked,

“Chief Walker, calling this early—what’s the matter?”

“Don’t tell me you’re just calling to report that the New York Police Department has made no progress.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Walker’s ingratiating voice came through the line.

“Good morning, CEO Morgan.”

“If we had no progress, how would I dare call you? How would I dare disturb you this early?”

“I’m calling specifically to tell you that I’ve found the killer who murdered Young Master Morgan. I’ve successfully completed the task you assigned me.”

“You’ve found him?” Old Morgan was visibly surprised. He glanced at the keyboard on the screen, his face full of doubt, and continued,

“Walker, are you sure?”

“This killer isn’t easy to find. You’ve only had less than a day, and you’ve already located him?”

On the other end of the line, Walker’s tone lifted slightly, full of confidence.

“Of course, CEO Morgan.”

“I wouldn’t dare lie to anyone, let alone you.”

“Under my leadership and through a thorough investigation, we’ve confirmed the identity of the killer. He’s currently being held at the police station.”

“So, I was wondering what you’d like to do nex—”

Before Walker could finish, Old Morgan cut him off without hesitation, his tone firm and commanding.

“I’m coming to the New York Police Department right now.”