It was seven-thirty in the morning, and the sun had yet to fully pierce the clouds.
The gray building of the Jiangzhou City Superpower Management Bureau was inconspicuous in the morning mist.
Its exterior was a plain concrete structure, unadorned except for a metal antenna on the roof, which was tipped with a silver emblem of an eagle and a flame.
Wei Song stood at the building's entrance and glanced up.
The gatekeeper was a gray-haired old man in a dark gray uniform, sitting in the guard booth reading a newspaper.
Hearing footsteps, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wei Song, his gaze falling on the silver badge on his chest.
"Newbie?"
The moment he spoke, the acrid smell of smoke wafted over.
Wei Song held his breath slightly and nodded.
"Go on in. There's a reception desk in the lobby on the first floor."
The old man lowered his head and went back to his newspaper. He had seen this scene countless times.
