Slap!
Fan Jianqiang placed the bank card on the coffee table, then pushed it back across to Deng Fangliang.
"President Deng, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with what you're asking," he said.
Deng Fangliang was momentarily stunned, and asked in surprise, "Head Fan, what do you mean by this?"
Fan Jianqiang gave Deng Fangliang a look, feeling secretly annoyed in his heart. Damn it, you gods fight your battles, but us mere mortals don't have that many lives to gamble with in your games.
Although Fan Jianqiang looked rugged, he was not at all foolish. He had just received some information and immediately logged into the police system using his own account, only to find that even he did not have the authority to view Liu Qingyun's information.
What did this mean? It meant that this Liu Qingyun was not an ordinary person, and even he, the head of the police station, couldn't reach her level. This immediately made Fan Jianqiang pay serious attention and become cautious.