Night had fallen.
The Jinling Municipal Police Department was ablaze with light.
In the Police Chief's Office, Jin Dapao was struggling to deal with the mess left by the earth-shaking chaos at Qingshan Cemetery that day.
The Military had taken away more than three thousand rioters. That part was manageable.
But Sun Xiaochuan and his thirteen key men had been handed over to the police.
They were a hot potato, and he had no idea how to handle them.
Interrogate them?
How?
Sun Xiaochuan had held sway in Jinling for years. His web of connections was tangled, and far too many people were involved.
Of the Municipal Government officials who had nearly wet themselves at the cemetery, which one hadn't had shady dealings with him?
If they investigated all the way to the bottom, Jinling's entire political establishment might be shaken to its core!
Not investigate?
That was even worse!
If he mishandled this, he might be packing his bags tomorrow!
"Goddamn it! What a mess!"
Jin Dapao raked a hand through his hair, lit a cigarette, and took a hard drag.
Just then, someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in!"
Jin Dapao barked, still in a foul mood.
The door opened, revealing Yue Xiaofei's calm face.
"Oh, Xiaofei. What brings you here?"
Seeing Yue Xiaofei, Jin Dapao's irritation eased at once, and he broke into a smile.
"Come in, have a seat!"
He greeted Xiaofei warmly and rose to pour him some water.
"Don't trouble yourself, Uncle Jin."
Yue Xiaofei stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
The sharp edge he had shown during the day was gone. In its place was a depth Jin Dapao couldn't quite read.
"I came to ask you for a favor," Yue Xiaofei said without preamble.
"A favor?"
Jin Dapao laughed