Inside the private room, Zhang Dayong picked up his phone, pondered for a few seconds, and dialed a number.
"Xiao Wang, go to the Criminal Investigation Department this afternoon and bring all the murder case files from the past three months within our jurisdiction to my office. I need to report to the municipal bureau tomorrow."
"Yes, including the ongoing cases."
After ending the call, Zhang Dayong put down his phone and said to Qi Yun, "I'll check it later and get back to you."
"Alright." Qi Yun took a sip of fruit beer, not saying much more.
Over half an hour later, Qi Yun and the others had almost finished their meal, and Zhang Dayong started to call for the bill.
"Shall we go?"
Qi Yun checked his watch, handed over a cigarette, and said, "No rush, let's wait a bit."
Zhang Dayong suspiciously took the cigarette and asked, "Is there something else?"
