"We're reminding you," Li Chu said. "If you engage in any illegal activity in the country, or bring your overseas grudges back here, we will not sit by and watch. This is East University's turf, not a chessboard for you international players to wage your games."
"I haven't." Song Heping's tone hardened. "I came home to see my younger brother and sister, to pay respects at my parents' graves. Is that a crime?"
"Then how do you explain these?"
The old man pushed over several photocopied documents, the pages sliding across the table and stopping in front of Song Heping.
They were screenshots of bank statements, and diagrams of equity structures.
The text was a mixture of English and Spanish.
"Funds from Lao Mo's largest drug cartel were laundered through offshore companies, and a portion of them flowed into your accounts."
The old man pointed to one particular line.
