The rain was gradually diminishing.
Within the estate where the Ancient Moon Museum was located, countless deep blue uniformed detectives stood on guard, prepared for action, creating an immense sense of oppression for Hu Shu in the third-floor reception room.
Gao Qinglin also walked to the window.
He lacked the calm demeanor of Hu Shu. Looking down and seeing police chief Zhao Gang personally leading the criminal investigation team to surround the Ancient Moon Museum, his heart was in turmoil.
"Mr. Hu, what do we do now?"
Gao Qinglin's voice trembled, his legs felt weak, and his face was etched with panic.
Hu Shu did not speak.
He simply stared at the young man in white amongst the detectives below, lost in thought.
There was no escape.
In less than a minute, a portion of the detective squad had rushed into the third-floor reception room.
Zhao Gang, Li Zeguang, and Lin Chuan, the three of them, followed closely behind.
