Eight hours after Ji Jue was attacked, while martial law was being imposed in Tower City, a car had already stopped at the entrance of the Upper City Headquarters.
Dugu Ming, who hadn't slept all night, had bloodshot eyes and hadn't even buttoned his suit properly. He pushed the door open, ignored the ingratiating smile of a police inspector who approached, pushed him aside, and walked straight to the lounge.
Instantly, his expression changed.
Beneath the warm and hearty smile, the classic old monetary deep laughter was unleashed again without limitation, bringing a mix of warmth, worry, compassion, and sorrow towards Ji Jue.
"Sorry, Mr. Ji, I'm late."
He shook Ji Jue's hand with unparalleled enthusiasm, shaking it vigorously, his tone full of pain: "I never expected this to happen, it's truly heart-wrenching."
"Thank you for your concern, but rest assured, it's just a cornered animal making a last-ditch effort."
