"Joke's on you, there were a dozen submachine guns pointed at this young master just now, and I wasn't scared. Do you really think a mere document would make me piss my pants?" Chu Nan stared unyieldingly at Sun Xiaomi, resolute in his stance, "I'm not used to dealing with strangers. If you want to cooperate with me, you have to show some sincerity, right? At the very least, let me know who you are!"
"Fine, since you insist, go ahead and take a look!" Sun Xiaomi, in no hurry, put down her cup, casually took something out of her pocket, and tossed it. It landed perfectly on the table in front of Chu Nan.
Chu Nan caught a whiff of a faint scent as it passed by his nose, stirring something in him, but when he saw the document on the table, his gaze sharpened — Mysterious Investigation Bureau! Hawk Group?
"You're with the Mysterious Investigation Bureau?" Chu Nan blurted out in surprise.
