Dusk fell, and in the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock in the evening.
In front of the police station in the Old Town District, a black Rolls-Royce Ghost car was parked.
The case officers watched the man approaching against the moonlight with trepidation, as if facing a great enemy, "Master Yan, how come you're here?"
In Parma, no one didn't recognize Shang Shaoyan.
Young Master of the Shang Family, he controlled Parma's most powerful industrial military production, and he had an extremely close relationship with the current tribal chief.
Shang Yu was dressed in ink-black, with eyes darker and more intense than the night sky, his aura silent yet formidable.
The duty officer didn't know what to do, eager to provide reception yet afraid of neglecting this esteemed figure.
The man halted his steps and cast a sidelong glance at the case officer, his thick brows slightly furrowed.
