At the appointed time, at the entrance of the designated hotel, Gao Guang met Ashred, who appeared punctually.
A man in his thirties, dressed in a sharp suit, with very neatly styled hair, and lawyers basically never being overweight—their profession always demanded meticulous management of their physique.
Gao Guang took the initiative to walk towards Ashred.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Otto Schmidt?"
That name always brought about a sense of identity disorientation for Gao Guang that he could never shake off; fortunately, Gao Guang was gradually getting used to it, so he nodded, extended his hand, and said to Ashred, "Yes, that's me, hello."
Ashred quickly adjusted his mentality and, after an enthusiastic handshake, he politely asked, "I came by car. Would you like to follow in your car or would you prefer to ride with me to the jail?"
"I'll drive; let's follow your car."