After Mu Qing and the others had disappeared, just as Zhang Ziwen and Lawyer Han were preparing to leave the police station, someone from behind called Zhang Ziwen to stop. The voice was clear and cold. Without turning around, he knew it was Wu Min. Zhang Ziwen glanced over his shoulder, a bitter smile crossed his face as he looked at the icy-cold Wu Min. He made a sign to Lawyer Han to leave first.
In the large office space, there were several plainclothes and uniformed police officers, presumably members of the serious offenses team. Zhang Ziwen recognized a couple of familiar faces—one was Little Flat Head, the cop who had arrested him previously. The man seemed decent, even greeted him. The other was Brother Shuai, officer Yang Wei, who Zhang Ziwen didn't particularly like. Zhang Ziwen ignored Yang Wei's gloomy look and entered Wu Min's separate office.
"Sit down." Wu Min's tone was icy.
Once Zhang Ziwen had taken his seat, he asked, "Can I smoke?"
