"Brother Hong Liang," Pei Ye grasped the young man's forearm, speaking softly, "May I ask where Chief Zhang is now?"
Hong Liang was momentarily startled, "How come—"
Seeing the earnest expression on the young man's face, he closed his mouth and pointed, "He's in the back hall of the Enforcement Hall, shall I take you there, Young Hero?"
Pei Ye nodded, "That would be troublesome."
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Zhang Xiaozhu lifted his head from behind the desk, somewhat surprised to see the young man.
He put down his pen as Hong Liang closed the door and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.
"Mr. Pei, please take a seat, what brings you here?" The man gestured with his hand, his eyes fixed on him.
Some people's power is clearly visible on their appearance, like the sword wrapped in fine chains at the edge of the table, one look at it caused a shudder. The man exuded the aura of a fierce god, armless yet as intimidating as the sword itself, ready to be unsheathed at any moment.
