"One year!"
Lin Fan looked at his grandfather and couldn't help but stroke his chin.
"Zhao Chuanchun and his son have been operating in Red Flag County for decades. Despite numerous severe crackdowns by the provincial and city governments, they have never been taken down. You're asking me to bring Zhao Chuanchun to justice within a year, isn't that a bit too rushed?"
"Is it? If your father were still alive, such a minor character as Zhao Chuanchun would collapse in less than six months."
Mr. Wu looked at Lin Fan with a smile on his face.
"Grandpa, are you trying to provoke me?"
Lin Fan crossed his arms and looked challengingly at Mr. Wu.
"Provoked or not, it doesn't change what is going to happen in the Southern Border after a year. If you can't seize the opportunity during that window, don't even talk about finding the real culprit. You won't even have a foothold in the Southern Border."
