Director's office.
Tali Lanch wore a white shirt and black slacks, dressed like a professional. Compared to the sharp, capable look of a trench coat, this outfit gave her a different kind of charm.
Especially her already slender legs, which appeared even longer beneath the slacks and were truly eye-catching.
However, Shiqi, standing opposite her, paid no attention to any of that.
He glared at her furiously.
"Why did you do this?"
Shiqi questioned her.
"What do you mean?"
Tali Lanch frowned.
"Stop playing dumb!"
"Why would you do something so childish?"
"2567 isn't some softhearted gentleman. Doing this will only backfire on you!"
Shiqi raised his voice.
"Shiqi, I allowed you into my office not because of your suspended police chief status, but because I considered you an upright person. But I never expected you to plead for a criminal, even resorting to threats!"
Tali Lanch said coldly.
"Ha, being upright doesn't mean being an idiot."
"I know the tricks you big shots play, and I also know exactly what 2567 will do—I'm telling you, if you intend to deal with 2567 using your usual methods, you've picked the wrong person!"
Shiqi laughed, rose to his feet, and prepared to leave.
"Is that so?"
"Are you sure?"
"Then have you considered who is left at Black Street No. 1 without Deathbird?"
"An useless potion-maker? A half-baked medium? Or that pitiful couple? Surely you don't think it would be that fool and your former partner, who is lying in a coma?"
The corners of Tali Lanch's lips curled up in a mocking smile.
"You!"
Shiqi's eyes widened instantly.
The threat was far too obvious.
The rage in his heart nearly made him lose control and draw his gun to blow this woman's head apart.
Watching Shiqi glare at her, Tali