"What bureau chief is Zhao Xin's uncle?" Shen Qian frowned. "Hello? Hello, President Zhu?"
Just as Shen Qian was about to ask more, Zhu Deyong had already hung up. When he tried calling again, all he got was a notice that the user had lost signal.
Giving up on contacting Zhu Deyong further, Shen Qian fell into thought.
Though Zhu Deyong had not finished what he was saying, there was already enough information for Shen Qian to digest for a while.
Zhao Xin actually had an uncle who was a bureau chief. Shen Qian had not heard clearly, but he guessed it was probably some Police Martial Bureau branch, since Zhao Xin's cousin was also employed in the same system.
At that moment, Shen Qian finally cleared up one of Shen Liang's doubts.
Back in Lucheng, Shen Liang and Zhao Guangzhi had both been colleagues on the same front line. But after migrating to Jing City, Zhao Guangzhi had gone to the relatively prosperous East City, while Shen Qian's family could only settle in South City, known as the slums. Perhaps it was because Zhao Guangzhi had a good older brother.
Shen Qian suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
A Police Martial Bureau chief counted as an important figure in the eyes of ordinary people. Shen Qian had no real idea how much influence the man could wield, but being cautious could never hurt.
At the very least, sticking to the principle that strength came first could never be wrong.
Especially after today. Liu Changqing had been able to casually interfere with the life and death of a serious criminal. Things like that would never be written into any explicit law, and they gave Shen Qian a deeper understanding of some of the privileges martial artists possessed.
Perhaps he should