Chapter 346: A Crucial Clue, the Pure Silver Ring of the Poker Organization!

The moment he heard those words, Old Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, then immediately asked in a deep voice, “How do you know that?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you’re in the Dragon Country, right? You shouldn’t have any direct contact with the New York Police Department. So how do you know so much about this?”

It was obvious.

He had just made the call, and yet the Dragon Country police on the other end had already stated the reason he was calling. How could Old Morgan not be taken aback by such an uncanny coincidence?

Instinctively, he began to suspect that there might be some kind of conspiracy or trap behind all this.

But Su Ming remained unfazed by Old Morgan’s suspicion and confusion. His tone was still relaxed and casual as he replied.

“CEO Morgan.”

“I told you before… our Dragon Country Police haven’t yet captured the most important ringleader, and now it’s highly likely that he’s fled to the United States.”

“Under such circumstances, it’s only natural for us to keep an eye on developments over there.”

“Also, while I didn’t say it outright before, I think it’s safe to say that our deal was already tacitly agreed upon by both of us. So of course I gathered some information in advance.”

“If I were to travel all the way to the United States at your invitation and fail to meet your expectations, wouldn’t that be rather impolite of me?”

“But more importantly… I saw a news report from your media. A bar in Manhattan District, New York, caught fire due to an explosion, and the number of casualties just happened to match the eleven people seen in the video.”

“Not long ago, we had just recovered the body of Little Morgan. Then this incident occurred. I don’t believe in coincidences like that.”

“Moreover, silencing those who know the truth to cover up clues—this is a method frequently used by the drug trafficking organization leader who fled to the United States.”

“Given his relationship with that Punk Man, there’s no way he would have killed him so easily. One of those eleven must be a scapegoat. The fire was meant to obscure their appearance.”

“As for how I knew you would call about this… the answer is simple.”

“No one would believe that an unidentifiable corpse could be so easily labeled as the murderer of their own kin.”

“Especially when it’s already clear that the enemy we’re facing is far from easy to deal with.”

“That’s the end of my explanation. I wonder if CEO Morgan is satisfied?”

…

At that moment.

Inside the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Brigade in Shanghai.

Su Ming leaned slightly forward, speaking into the landline with clear logic. Sitting beside him, Lin Tian, Liu Yang, Bai Yu, and the others all wore expressions of admiration and awe.

Because when they had first seen the news about the explosion, Su Ming had already made a precise prediction: unless something unexpected happened, Old Morgan would call within twelve hours to ask how to identify the unknown corpse.

It wasn’t just a matter of understanding how the New York Police Department might try to curry favor with the wealthy. Su Ming had also perfectly grasped Old Morgan’s burning desire to find the person who killed his grandson.

And his inability to accept that a corpse with no verifiable identity could be declared the prime suspect.

On the other end of the line, Old Morgan fell silent.

He seemed to be digesting everything Su Ming had just said.

Several seconds passed.

Then Old Morgan spoke again, but this time, he changed the subject.

“No, that’s not right.”

“If you’re saying the body isn’t the Punk Man, then do you have any evidence or concrete proof?”

“With just your words, I’m sorry, but I find it hard to believe you.”

“At the very least, compared to you, Chief Walker—who I can actually meet face to face—seems far more trustworthy.”

Hearing this, Su Ming raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly.

From the moment the call connected, Su Ming had been waiting for Old Morgan to ask this very question. Without the slightest hesitation, he responded with absolute confidence.

“CEO Morgan.”

“If you want to verify the identity of the deceased, it’s actually quite simple.”

“During my recent investigation, I discovered that the Punk Man wore a Pure Silver Ring on the index finger of his left hand. It’s very likely a symbol of a much larger criminal organization—the Poker Organization.”

“Under normal circumstances, he would never part with that ring. That makes it one of the most critical pieces of identification.”

“You can check the exact design of the ring in the video I sent earlier. Just zoom in slightly, and it becomes quite clear.”

…

Inside the Forensic Identification Department of the New York Police Department.

After hearing Su Ming’s explanation, Old Morgan didn’t immediately check the video to examine the ring.

Instead, he turned his head to look at the person beside him…

He had already perked up his ears, but his face was full of confusion and doubt, as if trying to guess who he was discussing case details with. Chief Walker, expressionless, asked flatly:

“Chief Walker.”

“When you examined the body, did you find a Pure Silver Ring on the left index finger?”

Walker, whose heart had leapt into his throat the moment he heard Old Morgan was about to ask something again, quickly nodded with a fawning smile.

“Yes, we did.”

“When our forensic team examined the body, we did find a Pure Silver Ring. After a preliminary cleaning, we discovered the letter ‘J’ engraved on it.”

“If I remember correctly, the ring should be right over here.”

With that, Chief Walker quickly jogged over to the evidence table, picked up the metal tray holding the Pure Silver Ring, and respectfully placed it in front of Old Morgan.

“This is the ring, CEO Morgan.”

At that moment, Old Morgan clearly saw the Pure Silver Ring lying on the tray.

He picked up the tweezers beside the tray, carefully lifted the ring, and examined it closely. Sure enough, the letter ‘J’ was engraved on its surface.

Old Morgan casually tossed the ring and tweezers back onto the tray, furrowing his brow and speaking in a low voice.

“The ring is here.”

“If this ring is present, then does that mean this body is really…”

Before Old Morgan could finish his sentence, Su Ming interrupted him directly, his tone slow and deliberate, with a hint of deeper meaning.

“No, no, CEO Morgan.”

“Just having a Pure Silver Ring doesn’t mean anything. What you should be paying attention to is… whether the ring shows signs of wear consistent with its supposed age.”

“A Pure Silver Ring that’s been worn for several years, even if carefully protected, would inevitably bear numerous signs of wear. That is the real key to identifying the body…”