"Do you only represent yourself?"
In the office, Chief Stan seemed to have heard something amusing. He repeated Fu Qian's words, then spoke in a threatening tone.
"You'd better think carefully about what you're saying. Otherwise, I'll make sure you never leave this place."
Is that so? Too bad that might not happen.
Looking at the confident Stan, Fu Qian thought to himself.
What are you planning to use to keep me here? The gun on the desk?
Too bad pulling the trigger takes a hand, and you're already old.
Though this trip was a classic case of "nothing ventured, nothing gained," Fu Qian had expected this kind of private meeting. It was obvious Stan had secrets he didn't want anyone to know.
And in Fu Qian's estimation, in a one-on-one situation, he had at least a seventy percent chance of taking Stan hostage and escaping the station.
That was why Fu Qian had dared to come right to his door. He hadn't spent all day scouting the place for nothing.
"Don't worry. Since I came here, I'm certainly sincere. And the Warren family's people don't have the authority to order me around."
"Good. Then let me see this sincerity of yours."
Stan naturally had no idea that the man before him was considering pointing a gun at his head. Seeing that Fu Qian didn't seem to be lying, he was puzzled, but took him more seriously.
"First, the Warren family wants to ensure Daniel's safety."
Fu Qian chose his words carefully, keeping an eye on Stan's reaction as he spoke.
But the other man's expression didn't change at all.
As expected of an old hand. He had quite a poker face!
But wasn't he overlooking one thing? For a chief to react so calmly to someone going missing in