Bai Zhiqing's encounter with an assassin on the pedestrian street was ultimately kept under tight wraps by the police, with not a hint of it leaking out. Even though there were many onlookers, nobody would believe such a story without official confirmation. At most, it would just become casual dinner conversation.
However, for Ye Futu, today was an excruciatingly long day. Bai Zhiqing faced repeated assassination attempts, a fact that underscored the police's impotence, especially since it happened in a bustling downtown area. The pressure on him was immense.
In the office, Ye Futu had lost count of how many cigarettes he had smoked; the room was filled with swirling smoke, and the ashtray was brimming with cigarette butts.
Standing in front of him were Xue Bing and Zhao Shan, both looking serious and grave.
Looking at his two trusted subordinates, Ye Futu took another deep drag of his cigarette and slowly began, "Did you say that both assassins targeting Bai Zhiqing are dead?"
