Chapter 174: Identity Exposed? The Girl Who Once Saw K

Although it had only been a quick glance earlier,

Su Ming remembered it clearly—because the design of that phone was identical to the one he had found in the hidden room at the beauty salon.

This could only mean one thing: the phone belonged to Bomber and was used for internal communication. And just now, it had been casually thrown in the back seat of the car—a highly probable breakthrough point.

Because—

The reason Bomber hadn’t disposed of the phone was most likely because, in his mind, both the phone and himself were supposed to be obliterated in the massive explosion.

In Bomber’s plan, after executing Rose, he would stay inside the car and rely on its bulletproof modifications to quietly await the final explosion.

But what he hadn’t expected was that Rose, whom he thought he could kill in one hit,but Gao had made a daring, seemingly suicidal move—resulting in an unexpected turn of events.

This not only disrupted the entire plan but also left him no time to deal with the phone.

…

Without hesitation,

Su Ming quickly made his way to the still-unremoved armored SUV and looked toward the backseat.

But to his surprise, the phone that had been casually tossed in the back was gone.

Just as he was about to ask around—

Xu Changsheng stepped up from the side and handed over a phone sealed in a plastic evidence bag, giving it a slight shake.

“Xiao Ming, is this what you’re looking for?”

“We found the phone in the backseat when we were pulling Bomber out, but the situation was urgent, so we didn’t get the chance to check it.”

“Yes, Brother Sheng,” Su Ming quickly responded. He took the phone from Xu Changsheng and explained in a calm voice:

“The Rose lead we were following had to be suspended.”

“Now I want to try digging into Bomber—see if we can find a new angle to keep pressing down on this drug trafficking organization.”

With that said—

Su Ming immediately turned on the customized phone. Just like with Rose’s phone, there was no lock screen password.

It seemed members of this drug ring firmly believed their operation would never be exposed, so they were quite lax about securing these specialized phones.

Of course, even if there had been a password, it wouldn’t stop a criminal investigator.

With no other interference from calls, Su Ming went straight to the call logs—hoping to identify who Bomber had been in contact with recently.

He was also hoping to see whether, besides Rose, there were any other members of the organization who had recently needed explosives—so they could prepare in advance.

But when Su Ming saw the call records, he was caught off guard…

The most recent number Bomber had dialed wasn’t K, the head of the drug ring, nor any other known member—it was an unsaved number?

You have to understand—

This was a phone strictly for internal communication. Normally, it would be absolutely forbidden to contact outsiders. Yet Bomber had chosen to call this number.

Judging from the time of the call, it had happened just minutes before his suicide attack.

Disregarding the rules of internal phone usage and making this call just before dying—this said everything about how much this person meant to Bomber.

Without wasting even a second,

Su Ming pulled out his own phone and opened the police system’s number search tool. He quickly entered the number from the call log.

As the interface refreshed—

The information of a 16-year-old girl named Fang Yuwei appeared on screen.

And based on the phone signal’s most recent location, it was highly likely that she was still in Taicang City—Bomber’s usual area of activity.

It was obvious.

This girl, Fang Yuwei, had a very close relationship with Bomber.

Given their age gap and some facial resemblance, there was at least a 70% chance they were siblings.

So, could it be that Fang Yuwei—just like Qu Wenbiao—also held a crucial clue or breakthrough point related to the drug trafficking organization?

At this thought,

Su Ming immediately began a deeper search, using official internal networks to locate Fang Yuwei’s current whereabouts.

Hotels, internet cafés, hospitals, stations, airports, tourist attractions—any place that required an ID would leave unerasable traces in the police system.

After several dozen seconds of careful searching—

Su Ming discovered that in recent times, Fang Yuwei had consistent records of medical expenses at Guangming Hospital in Taicang City.

She had essentially been living in the hospital for a whole year, receiving top-tier imported medication. The records even showed injections of specialized immune agents costing over a million per dose.

Su Ming quickly deduced that one major reason Bomber had joined the drug ring was likely to pay for his sister’s medical treatment.

But these motivations and details could wait.

What mattered most now was sending someone to get control over Fang Yuwei—or, more accurately, to protect her. They had to prevent any clues from being erased by K in advance.

Given how ruthless and cautious the drug ring always was—

The moment Bomber died, his sister had already fallen into grave danger, at risk of being silenced at any moment.

What’s worse—the number Bomber had dialed earlier was already no longer answering…

…

At that moment—

On the top floor of Xingsheng Tower, Cangshan District, Luzhou City—

K, now dressed in silk pajamas, was lounging comfortably in a chair, sipping wine and reviewing key intercepted data pulled from their automated scripts.

On his screen—

There were tweets about the police assault at the Liangxi beauty salon, along with footage of the explosion at Liangxi Bridge.

When the silver sports car appeared to race out of the fire, he said nothing—completely unfazed that the bomb hadn’t met its intended target.

But when the footage showed Gao Chao unconscious and Rose lying motionless on the ground, his expression noticeably darkened.

Because—

Even he couldn’t say for sure what condition Rose was in now, or whether there was still a chance to save her.

After swirling his wine glass and thinking for a few seconds,

K picked up the phone he used to contact others and dialed a number—intent on eliminating the confirmed threat first.

As the call connected, K’s cold, unquestionable voice came through.

“Director Li.”

“Do you think… a girl who will soon no longer be able to afford her expensive treatments still has any reason to stay alive?”