It was now 10:00am at Feng Ping Police Station in the Special Investigation Unit's Office.
Ma Jichun, who had just completed his tasks, pushed the door open and barged into the room only to be met with a surprising scene.
Zhao Yu was not standing in front of the whiteboard engrossed in deciphering the case like he normally would be. Instead, he and Miao Ying were sparring against each other like they were sizing each other up.
Noticing Ma Jichun's arrival, Miao Ying's shoulder shook and her fist pierced through Zhao Yu's defense, hitting his chest.
"That's it!" Miao Ying said, her eyes lighting up. "Zhao Yu, from what I can see, that person was not using normal fighting techniques! He was using our traditional Chinese wushu!"
