Chen Yang sat on the edge of the car's hood, leisurely smoking a cigarette.
It was this casual indifference that made Zhao Zijian's pupils shrink.
How could he not see it? This was absolute confidence, the effortless calm of someone who didn't even consider him a threat.
At the same time, he finally understood why there was no traffic on this road after he had been intercepted.
It's been sealed off by the Martial Department! He had really kicked a steel plate this time.
Tang Ke's face turned ashen.
How did we provoke such a major figure?
"Hey, Tang Ke, are you still there?" Lin Yang's voice came over the phone. "Do me a favor and tell Director Zhao that this matter is beyond our jurisdiction. You'll have to handle it yourselves."
"Oh, and one more thing. A top-ranking official from the Martial Department just arrived in Lingjin City. I hope he isn't the one you've provoked."
With that, Lin Yang hung up.
