"Ha?" Jing Xiu was dumbfounded. "Bro, leaving aside how outnumbered we'd be over there, just Madam Shan Chuan alone... I mean, if those two went upstairs to roll around in bed, fine, but what if Director Tang throws out a few more taunts and Expert He turns directly into Madam Shan Chuan? We'd have no choice but to watch him get drained dry. She's a Class A Wanted Criminal. Even if we went at her together, we might not win. Have your old injuries healed? Mine haven't."
Lang Jin pressed the elevator button and walked straight inside.
Jing Xiu followed without hesitation, though her mouth kept running. "Why not call for backup? If you tell the center it's a suspected Madam Shan Chuan, Poor Ying and Peggy would come charging over with their people without anyone even needing to urge them..."
"Poor Ying" was the nickname of Ying Xiong, director of Mobile Unit One; "Peggy" was the nickname of Peggy, director of Mobile Unit Two. Together, they represented the ceiling of the center's combat strength.
Midway through speaking, Jing Xiu suddenly jumped again. "We have to keep this hidden too? Go along with Director Tang's wishes? Hey, do you really think you're his confidant? Did you guess what he was thinking? Did he give you an order? Don't end up guessing for nothing..."
Lang Jin watched the numbers light up in sequence and calmly replied, "Then I'm relieved."
Jing Xiu raised her brows, badly wanting to say: If something really happens, you probably won't get to keep your job as office director. Whether you can remain at the High-Energy Center at all would be questionable.
But after thinking about it, she vaguely sensed a cold and cruel implication beneath Lang Jin's words.
She froze for a moment, then heard Lang