The weather was far from sunny and delightful.
The sunlight at eight or nine o'clock already showed signs of prematureness, like current middle school students.
The scorching rays fell on the late-ripening Cha Naam, but instead of maturing him, they made him look as if his brain had gone bad.
"Vice Director, the sniper has been found and is in position, but who is the target? Is it Police Chief Pawari?"
Apicai was startled, almost shoving the cigarette in his hand into the mouth of this police officer. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would I target Pawari?"
Cha Naam, on the other hand, earnestly responded, "I heard that the Director is retiring soon, and the biggest threat to you becoming the Director is Pawari. So, it's quite normal for you to target him."
Apicai snorted coldly, retorting, "Did you fry your brain as a child?"