"Please, have a seat, Chief Stan!"
Stan had come in looking ready to demand answers. Fu Qian stopped what he was doing before Stan entered and greeted him politely.
Unfortunately, Stan didn't seem to appreciate it. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, one hand already resting on his belt.
It looked like he'd shoot without hesitation if Fu Qian did anything suspicious.
Fu Qian ignored the threatening gesture and sat down in another chair, placing Media between them.
The move made it harder for Stan to act while also reducing the threat Fu Qian posed. In every way, it seemed like a gesture of goodwill.
So although Stan kept his hand at his belt, his expression softened noticeably.
"What are you doing here?"
Stan glanced at the dust-covered stool but ultimately chose not to sit.
As an experienced police chief, he could tell at a glance that Media hadn't chosen to sit there. She was tied to the chair.
There was no doubt that Fu Qian was in control of the situation.
"I'm just carrying on Edral's final wishes."
Fu Qian smiled as he answered.
"What did you find there?"
Stan furrowed his brows, though he didn't look particularly surprised.
So he really had been keeping an eye on me.
Fu Qian wasn't surprised. He only regretted that time was so tight he hadn't had the chance to put his extensive counter-surveillance experience to use.
Stan's arrival was entirely within his expectations.
After what had happened at the school, the chief was probably the most rattled of all. And after Fu Qian left the police station, Stan was all but certain to have him watched.
There was no way Fu Qian could have abducted Media and left without Stan noticing.
In fact, the fact that Stan had come alone was