His words were colder than the north wind on a snowy day: "Although it's simple here, it's quite peaceful. I'm curious, as the Police Chief, you are unaware that I've been living here for quite some time? Was it that my travel document didn't clearly state my name, or do you not recognize words like 'St. Petersburg' and 'civil servant'?"
The Police Chief's face suddenly turned even paler, and he suddenly remembered his father-in-law's warning—a person like Lord Hestingov is not easy to deal with.
The Police Chief managed a weak smile, "Colonel, Druiysk is not big, but there are still many matters to deal with, and my attention has been somewhat scattered. You know, there are many responsibilities locally, and occasional neglect is inevitable."
