"I don't have time to chit-chat with you right now. Send me the personal phone number of the Weinan Police Station director immediately, within one minute, or you'll face the consequences." Without waiting for Su Jun to rage on the other end, he hung up the phone.
Su Jun's uncle was the Public Security Bureau Chief; getting the number of a small branch director was just a matter of a few words for him.
Su Jun, who usually strutted around with the confidence of being the mayor's son's friend, now had to repay the favor.
Before a minute passed, Su Jun's text came through. Yan Song looked at Li Weiguo's impatient eyes and dialed the number with a smile.
Li Weiguo moved to grab his phone right away; did he really have connections with the director? No, he must not be allowed to succeed.
