In the video surveillance center of the Beijing Traffic Police Corps, a wall displayed countless monitors. One screen stood out prominently, much larger than the others, showing the scene where Wang Yu and his companions were being blocked.
Below the surveillance screens stood seven or eight men, their eyes all fixed on the largest of the displays.
At the forefront of the group was an elderly man in his sixties. With his hands clasped behind his back, he wore a crisp military uniform. His large earlobes were particularly noticeable, and although his face held a smile, his presence exuded an aura of authority.
Minister Qin's Aid from the Arrest Department stood next to him, looking rather tense. He was worried about whether Wang Yu could pass this hurdle.
