Yang Zhiqi spoke these things in the car, without avoiding Dai Gang. The two of them knew that this matter definitely already counted Dai Gang in.
He was driving the car but was already somewhat excited, eager to give it a try.
"Great Officer, what am I doing? Assign me something! I haven't had a mission for a good while, my hands are itching!"
"Just drive your car properly." Meng Xinian glanced at him.
"Haha," Yang Zhiqi laughed, "kid, don't be anxious, let your Great Officer Meng arrange something for you later, you'll surely have opportunities to showcase your abilities!"
Meng Xinian's eyes were deep, his thin lips tightly pressed.
Honestly, he hoped he could accomplish practical tasks, achieve great things, and commit to the Alliance District. He never thought about retreating or being lazy, never feared hardship or fatigue.
But now he's afraid of death.
Yes, afraid of death.
