Several police vehicles and 3 prison vans had arrived at the tea house which was cordoned off. Two policemen were keeping guard at the entrance; their hands behind backs.
This was the situation several hours after that incident.
“These journalists are like flies.” Officer Ma frowned as he looked at those journalists outside who were continuously pressing the shutters of their cameras.
The inconceivable thing was their intelligence network. It was even better than that of the police.
“So, I’m with the flies?”
A dissatisfied voice sounded behind Officer Ma. He turned around, His stern face looked even more ferocious due to the fierce scar he had obtained while handling an old case. All of a sudden, it turned glum as he recognized the person that spoke those ironic words.
It was a very beautiful woman.
“That’s not what I mean…”
“Tut.” Ren Ziling expressed her disapproval.
Officer Ma had to smile in embarrassment.
