Everyone turned to look, only to see Special Patrol Team Captain Fan Wujiu standing at the courtyard gate, frowning. "Come with me."
Only then did Zheng Yannan stop. He glanced at Xu Qing, then strode toward Fan Wujiu with a grim face. "What do you want me for?"
That attitude was still arrogant as hell.
Xu Qing had no time to bother with him. He hurriedly looked at Song Han. "Are you all right?"
Song Han nodded, his face pale. "I'm fine. Thanks."
Xu Qing shook his head slightly.
After Zheng Yannan left, the others gathered around to comfort Song Han.
But none of them looked very pleased.
"Has he always been like this?"
Xu Qing was naturally furious, but he was even more baffled.
Zheng Yannan's behavior was simply inhuman.
To put it bluntly, the guy had no brains.
He had come here to pad his credentials, so naturally he needed merit. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to never miss a single night shift.
According to the other team members, Zheng Yannan was nearly obsessive about attendance.
But with the way he treated his subordinates, it would be a miracle if the team could stay united.
And if the team was not united, accomplishing anything would be tough.
Besides, he was hardly the only person in the Special Patrol Team with status and connections.
Take Deputy Captain Chen Xiang, for example.
Her father was the mayor's secretary of the base city, practically overseeing the operation of the entire place.
And Song Han, whom Zheng Yannan had just kicked flying, had even produced a Ninth Order Martial Artist in his family!
There was a funeral at home, and he needed to return to mourn. No decent person should have stopped him.
If a superior had any social sense,