At that moment, Chen Shouyi suddenly thought of his younger sister, and a flicker of unease rose in his heart.
She was fifteen or sixteen—the same age as his sister.
Just as he was about to hurry home and check on her, two black sedans came speeding over and stopped near the crowd.
Their tires screeched against the road.
Then came a series of heavy door slams.
Eight men in black suits climbed out of the cars.
"Move aside! Everyone, clear out! Don't crowd around here!"
The eight men wore cold expressions and radiated an imposing presence. They strode forward like the wind, inspiring fear at a glance. They clearly weren't to be trifled with.
The crowd quickly scattered, opening a path.
After passing through, the men crossed the police cordon without hesitation. A young officer seemed about to stop them, but an older officer beside him held him back and warned, "Don't make trouble. They're from that department."
The young officer's face changed at once, and a hint of awe entered his eyes.
"We're with the Third Investigation Department. We'll take over from here," said the black-clad leader, pulling an ID from his breast pocket and flashing it. His voice was cold.
He looked to be in his thirties, tall, with a stern, square face that gave him an air of righteous authority.
Soon, a middle-aged police officer who seemed to be in charge hurried over. The two shook hands. "I've long heard of President Xia's reputation."
"Deputy Director Zheng, you're too kind. Compared with President Xia, I'd much rather you call me Captain Xia." The black-clad man quickly withdrew his hand and replied coolly.
The middle-aged officer remained unfazed, smiling as he smoothly changed his form of address. "Captain Xia, is there anything you need help with?"
"Help?