Tao Ju hurried to Rong'an Hospital.
This was one of the designated hospitals of the Great District Intelligence Management Center. Security was tight enough that ordinary people might not even get in.
After enduring three or four layers of identity verification, Tao Ju reached the area near the high-end wards and spotted Lang Jin at once. He knew the man was Tang Li's office director, the one who had fooling around with him aboard Wu Sigong's yacht that night. But now, Lang Jin was utterly inconspicuous amid the crowd. As a subordinate who had rushed over from East 725 District, he was being verbally shredded by Deputy Director Ke Wei of the Great District High-Energy Center.
Among those being scolded were at least two or three deputy directors from the district branches. Their own leader had been away on business a thousand miles away, without a single subordinate at his side. If nothing happened, that was called traveling light and without airs; but if something did happen—like this time, when he had been attacked by a violent assassin and gravely injured...
"What are subordinates like you even good for?"
Even Harsh Yama could not scold people without repeating himself. Just as his thunderous roar began another round, the ward door opened and someone came out.
Ke Wei glanced in that direction, pursed his lips, and said no more.
The atmosphere outside the ward grew heavy.
A number of people escorted out a figure who was obviously a high-ranking leader. Everyone they passed lowered their heads. Huddled off to one side, Tao Ju saw him clearly.
Zou Ming.
The director of the Great District High-Energy Center had a square face and an upright bearing. Though he was no longer young, he remained exceptionally handsome, more like a veteran A-list actor. A