"Who is this person?"
Qin Huan's voice immediately caught the attention of everyone present.
Even Shen Hanshan followed Qin Huan's gaze.
It was a young man, appearing to be in his twenties, not yet thirty.
Wearing a pure white suit, he looked quite striking.
Because everyone else from the Special Ninth Bureau was dressed in black uniforms, while he alone wore a white suit.
Moreover, there was a piece of red cloth stuffed in his suit pocket, with a corner sticking out.
We can only call it a cloth, just like Zhang Feng, we're not sophisticated, who knows what's the proper name for that thing.
In short, it looked very eye-catching, not only ostentatious but also quite pretentious.
Everyone knew Qin Huan was referring to this person.
However, Shen Hanshan was a bit surprised and turned back to Qin Huan, saying:
"Isn't he one of your Special Ninth Bureau people? You don't recognize him?"
Hearing Shen Hanshan's words, Qin Huan's puzzled expression deepened as he said:
