When Duan Rong and Zhu Peng stepped over the threshold of the Ministry of Justice, the pockmarked face had already taken the documents and slipped into a corridor.
Duan Rong's eyes shifted, and he casually asked Zhu Peng, "That pockmarked face handling appointments at the door, how many years has he been at the Ministry of Justice?"
"Ah!" Zhu Peng was taken aback by the question and, after thinking for a moment, replied, "I can't remember exactly. There used to be an old man there, and then they replaced him. It must have been four or five years, at least?"
Duan Rong said, "Is that so? That's quite a long time!"
Zhu Peng looked at Duan Rong with a strange expression and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about him?"
Duan Rong smiled. "I'm just asking casually."
Even though he had discovered that the pockmarked face was the person who shot Zhou Wei, he didn't plan on revealing it.
