Several days had passed, and it was visibly clear that the atmosphere in the police station had improved considerably.
Qin Xiangdong had fired up his new position by dismissing the old police force, forming a new team, and dealing with a Demon Evil Spirit, which directly opened up the situation.
But he was not satisfied with just that.
Upon opening the storehouse and seeing boxes of neatly arranged equipment, Wang Yunxiao was wide-eyed.
Qin Xiangdong opened a crate, inside which was a neatly stacked pile of Soft armor.
He took it out and shook it open, seeing that its style was almost no different from the current police uniforms.
To be precise, the uniforms currently worn by the police were a low-end imitation of this type of Soft armor.
When Wang Yunxiao first came to the police station, he felt that the uniforms were a bit too avant-garde, but compared to this set of Soft armor, they were simply inferior.
