"It's me."
The masked man was surprisingly He Jiangdong, the deputy chief of the Public Security Bureau.
He was over forty but maintained himself well, with sharp eyes and smooth skin; no one would doubt he was just thirty.
"I didn't expect..."
Looking at Zheng Kuo, He Jiangdong spoke with a touch of admiration:
"A spoiled brat like you actually has some courage, I underestimated you."
To negotiate under the threat of a blade seems simple but not truly so; based on his experience, perhaps one in ten could manage it.
This pampered second-generation rich kid could pull it off.
It was indeed unexpected.
"However..."
"It doesn't matter anymore!"
He rotated the blade in his hand, slicing it back and forth in front of Zheng Kuo's eyes, saying:
"Now that you know who I am, you should know my methods. Whoever falls into my hands will behave obediently."
"Speak!"
He Jiangdong's eyes narrowed:
"Where is the necklace?"
