The security office at the police station, the on-duty officer poked out his head: "What are you here for—"
Before he finished speaking, the driver rolled down the window, holding up the credential signaling his identity, which instantly silenced the officer.
The officer's eyes widened as he looked at the figure in the back seat of the car, which was indiscernible due to the sealed windows covered with bulletproof film.
Yet, the noble aura of that figure seemed to emanate through the car window.
After another glance at the silver corner of a wheelchair barely visible in the front passenger seat, the officer immediately understood who the visitor was.
He swallowed hard: "You are from the Ya Family—"
"Yes, we have something to attend to, please open the gate."
The officer took a deep breath, pressed the remote, and opened the retractable iron gate.
Meanwhile, at the Traffic Criminal Department of the police station.
