Lijiang Street fell under Zeng Anmin's jurisdiction. The early morning sun shone brightly. Despite being early winter, countless trackers chanted their work songs, exerting all their strength to drag the massive ships into the water.
Wangxian Restaurant, an establishment catering specifically to passing merchant caravans, was packed with customers every day.
Inside one of the restaurant's private rooms, Zeng Anmin looked at Shen Jun across from him, his gaze calm.
"So you're saying your uncle's disappearance had no warning signs at all?"
"Yes. My uncle has led the fleet on the waters for years and has interacted with far too many factions. As for who he might have offended, I really can't think of anyone," Shen Jun said, nodding with a grave expression at Zeng Anmin's words.
After returning to the Observation Department yesterday, Zeng Anmin had reviewed numerous case files but found no clues regarding Shen Liu. Thus, he came to the restaurant today to question Shen Jun.
