"Statistical Department, case in progress!"
On the afternoon of the first day of martial law, an armed light truck stopped at the gate of the Zhou family's grand manor. Chen Fu got out and stomped heavily, the sharp clank of steel-toed boots echoing crisply through the street. Other agents called out casually, and the ordinary onlookers nearby immediately scattered.
Chen Fu pulled open the car door and said to the people inside, "Take your time, watch your step. Hey, honestly, we could've handled this ourselves; you didn't really need to come out."
Le Yuxin, wrapped in a deep blue overcoat, slowly got down from the truck. He glanced at the agents framed in neat formation on either side, leaving a broad path for him, while the townsfolk cowered at a distance, clearly spooked. "Why does it always feel like I'm on an unstoppable rampage down the villain road?"
