The Martial Department's division in Lingjin City was decorated with bright lights and festoons, and large red lanterns hung on both sides of the main gate.
A luxurious commercial vehicle slowly drove into the courtyard and stopped below the main building. The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, wore a black suit and a crew cut. His deep-set, eagle-eyed gaze scanned his surroundings. After getting out of the car, the middle-aged man opened the rear door with utmost respect and said, "Young Master, we've arrived."
"Where's Yan Yong? Why hasn't he come to greet me?"
Following the indifferent remark, a burly young man slowly stepped out of the car. He was around thirty-two or thirty-three years old, towered over 1.9 meters, and had piercing eyes that shone like a tiger's. His blue denim outfit not only accentuated his powerful muscles but also gave him an air of untamed wildness. His spotless, black high-top boots were polished to a shine.
