"Star investigator" and "the only S-rank investigator in the Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau"—those were certainly fine titles.
But coming from certain people, spoken in a certain tone, they carried a hint of casual mockery.
Han Su's gaze swept across the faces in the conference room. Some were fat, some thin; some handsome, others rugged. But they all wore the same expression: arrogance and conceit. It wasn't superficial, but an arrogance etched deep into their bones.
There was even a hint of danger about them, born of powerful confidence and the coldness that came from having taken many lives.
They were all people who worked alongside Independent Investigators, naturally selected as the best of the best.
There was a vast gulf between investigators and Independent Investigators.
And within the Disaster Management Bureau, many people, out of admiration and trust for Independent Investigators, gave up trying to earn investigator licenses and chose instead to work at their side. That didn't mean they lacked the talent or ability of the Bureau's investigators.
Quite the contrary. Being chosen by these Independent Investigators was proof in itself of their exceptional abilities.
"I am."
Han Su's gaze swept around the conference room before he slowly spoke. "So, who's Li Moses?"
"Whoosh!"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned heavy.
The faces that had just been smiling all went cold. Some people's amused looks shifted directly to displeasure.
Calling him by his name without even adding "Mr." had clearly offended quite a few people.
Even Secretary Cui Qiao, who had just brought Han Su here, couldn't help feeling a little concerned.
But amid the tension, Han Su merely narrowed his eyes and waited.
Unexpectedly, no one in the conference room erupted in anger. Instead, quite a few gazes turned more amused.
Behind Han Su, a calm voice