As soon as he stepped into the police station, Meiqian, who had been all smiles a moment ago, regained his solemnity.
He took out his credentials and hung them on his chest, all the while sizing up the ruffians handcuffed in the lobby.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, resolute, sharp, emanating a killing intent, the kind of righteous spirit forged through years of battling criminals.
The ruffians all calmed down, no longer daring to shout about.
This attitude of the Dongcheng Police Station towards Yan Yi, and the iron-clad aura emanating from Meiqian, made it clear they were not to be trifled with.
They were street-smart, not fools.
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"Adviser Yan, Captain Mei, please come in."
At the entrance to the interrogation room, the chief of the police station personally opened the door for Yan Yi and Meiqian.
Both in terms of their family backgrounds and their positions, they were far above this small station chief.