At Chief Constable Zhao's words, Cheng Hu shuddered in fright. His smile froze on his face, and he dared not utter a word. He stood rooted to the spot, caught between two sides he could not afford to offend.
Chief Constable Zhao might not have been his immediate superior, but he was still a chief constable. Offending him would surely make life difficult.
But walking away now would mean slighting Li Feng. Li Feng was the one he dealt with most often, so he could not afford to offend him either.
Left with no choice, he could only stand there and pretend he had been scared witless.
Anyone with eyes could see what Chief Constable Zhao meant. On the surface, he was scolding Cheng Hu, but in truth, he was subtly putting Li Feng in his place while telling everyone that he did not particularly like the man.
Not far away, Sun Yan felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing Li Feng suffer a setback on his very first day in office. So what if your shitty luck got you promoted to regular constable? Do you think getting by in the City Guard Office is that easy? No connections, no patron, no resources-anyone can twist you around their little finger!
Several white runners nearby had been about to approach Li Feng and strike up a friendly conversation. At this sight, they all stopped and retreated, afraid of bringing trouble down on themselves.
Zhang San and Chen Song exchanged a glance. Sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere, both looked worried.
Li Feng, however, did not particularly care.
Wasn't this just a workplace superior making life difficult for me, like in my previous life?
In his previous life, he would indeed have been helpless.
But in this world, the Martial Dao