In those ten minutes, Yan Chen simply continued to smoke quietly; so, a few more cigarette butts accumulated in the ashtray, and the entire study was shrouded in a fog-like haze. Coupled with the mist seeping in from the outside, it truly resembled a Fallen Immortal Realm...
Amidst that white fog, Yan Chen slowly picked up the receiver of the landline, his voice hoarse as he said, "Hello?"
The voice of the man Yan Chen had contacted earlier came from the other end of the phone, "Bureau Chief, Old Chu checked the fingerprints on that black box, and found that only yours were on it."
"As for the safe, apart from yours and mine, there were only the fingerprints of Secretary Bai and Minister Jia; no trace of outsiders."
"Regarding the surveillance outside the office, we've looked into that too. Due to confidentiality principles, the cameras on the ninth floor were not activated. So, there is no footage at the moment."
