The next day, at dawn, inside the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Team office.
Li Jian had just arrived at the office and put down his bag.
His phone rang immediately.
"Mr. Ma!"
"Come to my office for a moment."
"Alright, I'll be there."
After hanging up the phone, Li Jian swiftly changed into his police uniform, tidied his jacket, and walked briskly out the door.
Soon, he arrived in front of Mr. Ma's office door.
He raised his hand and knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Quickly, a deep and authoritative voice from Mr. Ma came from within: "Come in."
Li Jian took a deep breath and steadily pushed open the heavy door.
He forced a slightly awkward smile and said, "Mr. Ma, so early."
"Do you have any arrangements or instructions?"
Mr. Ma was sitting behind his desk, like a general in a command center.
His brows were furrowed, his expression grave enough to drip water.
He lifted his gaze and motioned to the empty seat beside him, uttering a single word: "Sit."
