"Zhao Shirong?"
Zhou Ping'an drove back to the Third Group, sat in the team leader's office, picked up the hot tea Xiao Qin had just brewed, and took a gentle sip.
He thought that he had been too lenient on the Deputy Captain Zhao from the Special Affairs Office.
His original intention was only to make the other party fall ill for a while, to prevent him from foolishly targeting him.
After all, from the bottom of his heart.
Zhou Ping'an considered himself kind-hearted, and unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to stain his hands with blood.
There were far more effective means to resolve issues.
There was no need to leave a trail of blood and corpses everywhere.
But alas, he had given the other party a chance, which was regrettably not cherished.
Whether it was Deputy Director Zhao, known as "Vulture," who had sought reinforcements from home to deal with him beforehand.
Or afterward, when that person tried to spread the word and target him.
