His footsteps were heavily etched in her heart and mind. Her Uncle loved these same designer shoes the most, and they always had a red sole, and then, the way he walked felt like a certain rhythm she was never able to decipher.
When they turned around, they saw the person they rarely see in their police station, the commissioner, and beside him, there was a man who was as tall as the man they had been seeing in the business magazines, that was Third Master Mu! They were shocked and stood still there frozen.
"What do you think you are doing? How can you arrest and interrogate someone without evidence of them committing a crime? You didn't even issue an arrest warrant!" The commissioner was seething with anger as you could see veins bulging on his face; the man beside him was as cold as ice blocks, and only his eyes were gazing.
