The next night, in the Shangri-La Hotel in Xiangjiang.
Zhao Yu had just attended a luxurious banquet that the local police had specially prepared for him. The chief Superintendent, the police chief, and other high-ranking officials were all present, which was a great honor for Zhao Yu.
However, although the standard of the banquet was high, Zhao Yu didn't feel much about it. He talked and laughed, and bragged as much as he could. The atmosphere of the banquet was just nice, and it didn't lose any dignity.
After the banquet, Zhao Yu sat in Ding Lan's bulletproof business car and returned to the police station.
"Sister ..." While driving, Zhao Yu was slightly drunk. He asked Ding Lan,"since we've already proven that these two cases weren't targeted at us, why are we still so careful?" There's still someone protecting us in the distance, right?"
