Outside the Zhu Residence.
Inside an unremarkable ordinary sedan.
A mature-looking young man who had deliberately dressed the part leaned against the window, talking on the phone.
He had a resolute, upright face, a square jaw, and straight brows. When he frowned, he looked imposing without showing anger.
The woman beside him nestled against him, silently counting her fee for the night.
"Old classmate, I'm counting on you."
A rich, resonant voice came over the phone.
"Heh, Old Shu, there's no need for that between us. Don't worry. I'll make sure that man falls right into line."
After counting the money, the woman began running her hands all over him.
Before they knew it, the two began making certain sounds inside the car.
"Heh, I went to a lot of trouble to get you transferred to Chun Prefecture. Don't expose yourself too soon." Hearing the man's panting, the caller guessed what he was doing and said with a laugh, "You must infiltrate the enemy's ranks and strike a killing blow at the critical moment."
"Don't worry. Making friends is what I like best."
"No, no, no," the caller hurriedly explained. "Don't be too eager to approach him. Little White Tiger looks reckless, but he's actually perceptive. If you're too enthusiastic, you'll only make him suspicious. The best approach is to put a little pressure on him first and make him come to win you over."
"Done."
At the Zhu Residence.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth followed obediently behind Chief Zhu with Xiao Yuan.
Nearly everyone attending was a senior figure in the police force.
Chief Zhu was undoubtedly doing this to pave the way for Little White Tiger.
The three adopted the manner of juniors, greeting everyone one by one.
Standing at the back, Old Ninth keenly noticed