Jiang Fulai didn't look at anyone, he merely tilted his head slightly to gaze at the sign above the entrance.
Then, he strode towards the police station.
His trench coat swept behind him in a haughty swirl.
"Young Master." Ming Dongheng hurriedly followed him.
The chief and others at the entrance were completely ignored, exchanging bewildered looks. This was probably the first person who dared to dismiss the chief so blatantly: "Chief?"
Someone voiced out in silence.
Did those two not recognize the chief, or were they simply too indifferent to pay any attention?
While still uncertain, they vaguely felt it was the latter.
The chief suddenly felt uneasy. Without uttering a word, he followed them directly.
Outside the police station.
Xiaowu scratched his head, looking at Mao Kun in the back seat, "Brother Mao, are we going inside?"
