"Wow, Shen, nicely done." Wei Shikan patted Shen Yaowei on the shoulder, filled with envy and jealousy.
Relentless effort finally yielded a breakthrough, uncovering crime clues. This was originally Wei Shikan's script for himself, but now Shen Yaowei had taken it, with reddened eyes, embodying the script of a sickly genius. Wei Shikan wished he could take his place.
Shen Yaowei, being the capital city's Kshatriya, understood the power of a high-ranking Kshatriya like Wei Shikan. He suppressed his urge to boast, feigning an overworked demeanor, and said, "It just happened to land in my hands."
"Got to show off in front of the beauties!" Wei Shikan clicked his tongue.
"Just luck, just luck," Shen Yaowei continued to be modest.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan had already come over, took over the keyboard and mouse, and began enlarging the image: