Chapter 347: Time to Add Fuel to the Fire – Su Ming Sends the Video of Little Morgan’s Abuse

The ring itself wasn’t the key piece of evidence.

It was the subtle traces left on the ring from daily life that truly held the power to confirm an identity.

Su Ming’s seemingly casual remark made Old Morgan pause for a moment, but he quickly caught on.

He reached out again, picked up the tweezers from the metal tray, and carefully lifted the Pure Silver Ring engraved with the letter “J,” narrowing his eyes as he examined it closely.

On the surface of the ring, faint signs of wear could be seen, along with more prominent marks of scorching from fire.

Old Morgan might not be trained in forensic science, but at over seventy years old, he had more than enough life experience to judge the truth for himself.

As he studied the Pure Silver Ring, he also glanced at the Platinum Ring on his own finger.

That Platinum Ring had been custom-made by a world-renowned artisan to commemorate fifty years of love with his late wife. He had worn it ever since, and three years had passed since then.

Given that he no longer worked and rarely did anything physically demanding, the ring had still suffered significant wear.

This proved one thing: even with careful maintenance, a ring worn daily over a long period would inevitably show various signs of wear and tear.

Then, Old Morgan compared the Pure Silver Ring in the tweezers to the one on his own hand. The difference was crystal clear.

The wear on the Pure Silver Ring wasn’t deep at all. It lacked the aged, time-worn marks of something worn for years. In fact, there were even signs that some of the damage had been made recently and deliberately.

At that moment, Old Morgan’s expression turned completely grim. He finally understood just how vast the gap was between the incompetent New York Police Department and the police from the Dragon Country.

These useless fools had discovered an unidentified body, and instead of doing everything possible to confirm the identity, they rushed to call him early in the morning, afraid someone else might steal the credit.

Using the simplest logic, they asserted that the body belonged to the man who killed Little Morgan—the so-called Punk Man.

If they had just examined the Pure Silver Ring, assessed the degree of wear, or even used a bit of common sense to check the surveillance footage around the bar, they wouldn’t have jumped to such a hasty conclusion.

Could these New York cops, who treated the case like a game and only cared about currying favor, really find the person who murdered Little Morgan?

Because, based on the information gathered earlier, the drug trafficking organization leader who fled to the United States was no ordinary criminal. He was highly skilled and experienced.

To have built such a massive drug empire in the Dragon Country and stayed hidden for so many years without being caught—he had to be extraordinarily capable.

If he chose to assist the Punk Man, could these useless New York cops really track him down?

With that thought, Old Morgan’s expression grew even darker.

Judging from how Walker had handled things today, putting any hope in him seemed more foolish than praying for the Punk Man to turn himself in. That might actually have better odds.

At the same time, a new idea had begun to take root in Old Morgan’s mind: bringing in the Dragon Country Police for assistance. But since he had just said they still had two days, it wouldn’t be appropriate to change his stance so suddenly.

After a moment of serious thought, he finally spoke into the phone in a calm voice.

“I understand.”

“So this body doesn’t belong to the Punk Man after all. It’s someone else entirely. It seems your investigative abilities really are as impressive as I’ve heard.”

“I’ll seriously consider the proposal you mentioned earlier. For now, let’s leave it at that.”

Just as Old Morgan was about to hang up, Su Ming’s voice came through again, calm and confident, as though everything was already under control.

“Very well, CEO Morgan. Then I look forward to your next call.”

“I believe… if you agree to my proposal, it will be a win-win for both of us.”

“And now, I’m going to send you another video. I think it’ll help make your decision a little easier.”

“I also believe… it might give you a deeper understanding of the true nature of this killer.”

With that, Su Ming ended the call, offering no further explanation about the video.

Still in the forensic lab, Old Morgan frowned in confusion, clearly unsure what new footage the Dragon Country Police had sent.

But regardless, any new lead could help them track down the Punk Man faster.

He handed the phone to his secretary, then turned to Chief Walker, who stood silently with his head bowed, too afraid to speak.

Without a word, Old Morgan tossed the tweezers and the ring back into the metal tray, his face expressionless as he questioned coldly:

“Chief Walker.”

“Can you take a look at that Pure Silver Ring in the tray and tell me—do those almost pristine wear marks look like they came from something worn for over half a year by the Punk Man?”

“With so many years of experience handling cases, don’t you know by now that wearing a ring—no matter how well it’s protected—will inevitably cause some wear and tear? And the extent of that wear is directly related to how long it’s been worn.”

“If you’d properly analyzed the video I sent you, I don’t think you would have missed the ring on Punk Man’s hand.”

“But you did miss it. Even after the ring was removed, you still failed to examine the wear patterns to help confirm the identity of the corpse.”

“I don’t think this is a matter of lacking forensic knowledge. No, Walker… you simply didn’t take my words seriously. You were just looking for a convenient body to pass off as the killer. You never actually tried to find the real murderer.”

“Looks like it might be time to suggest to the Governor of New York that some people may not be suited for the position of Chief.”

The moment those words were spoken.

Chief Walker’s face instantly changed. He no longer tried to argue or defend himself. Instead, he quickly put on a pleading expression and made a solemn vow.

“CEO Morgan.”

“I admit it. I admit that this time, I failed in my duties. I wasn’t careful enough. I was too eager to ease your burden, too desperate to find the one who killed Young Master Morgan.”

“But please, believe me. Just give me one more chance.”

“Within two days—within two days, I guarantee I’ll either find the Punk Man currently in hiding or confirm the identity of that corpse.”

“CEO Morgan, please, have faith in the New York Police Departme—”

Before Walker could finish his sentence.

Old Morgan’s private phone suddenly chimed with a new email notification.

The secretary standing nearby didn’t wait for Walker to finish. He stepped forward and handed the phone directly to Old Morgan.

Having served Old Morgan for many years, the secretary knew all too well… Compared to listening to Walker’s worthless promises, what Old Morgan really wanted now was to see the new video sent by the Dragon Country Police.

Raising his hand to signal Walker to stop talking, Old Morgan took the phone from his secretary and tapped to play the latest video.

“Bang—”

A sharp, unmistakable sound of a kick echoed out first.

Then came the footage.

Little Morgan was clearly shown being kicked to the ground, then forcibly dragged up by several men. They shoved him down, forcing him to kneel with his head lowered. In front of him stood J, wearing a twisted grin, his face full of cruelty.