"Old buddy, you haven't slept yet, have you?"
In a corner of the police station.
Zheng Ming took out his cellphone and dialed a number.
His voice trembled slightly, his complexion tinged with excitement. It had been a long time since he had made this call.
This was his old friend, Zhao Haiping.
The two had worked together in the International Police Team in Europe, handling various international criminal cases and forging a deep friendship.
"Old Zheng?"
Over the phone, Zhao Haiping's voice carried a mix of surprise and excitement.
"It's me." Zheng Ming nodded.
"Old Zheng, I've been hoping and waiting, and finally, here comes your call," Zhao Haiping laughed heartily, his voice weathered but strong.
"You're a busy man, I have retired, yet you are still in the Criminal Police Brigade."
Zheng Ming sighed deeply, his expression sentimental.
