Wang Yunxiao knew this old policeman; he was a senior figure in the Nantong District police department, and even Qin Xiangdong treated him with great respect.
He was different from Old Master He in every way. Old Master He belonged to the Jianghu World and had a deep understanding of the grudges and secrets within it, capable of explaining things others didn't know with eloquence.
The old policeman had more knowledge about the lives of the common people in Nantong District, beneath the surface of Jianghu World.
Take Wang Yunxiao, for example, who'd been in and out of the station a few times. Whatever the reason for his arrests, the old policeman could pull up his records right in front of him.
In Old Master He's eyes, Wang Yunxiao was a moldable material, worth cultivating.
In the old policeman's eyes, however, Wang Yunxiao was just a street loafer, one you couldn't carve anything out of.
