At 7:40 p.m., the street lamps had already lit up early, casting a yellowish glow in the deepening twilight.
Zhang Biao led three team members and arrived on time outside the gate of Guangbei Electronics Factory.
As soon as they were standing at the entrance, a police car smoothly drove near and slowly stopped by the roadside.
The car door opened, and an officer, fully equipped, swiftly got out and walked toward them.
"Mr. Zhang, welcome, welcome."
The voice reached them before the man did, carrying a tone of humor and familiarity.
Zhang Biao immediately stepped forward, reaching out his hand for a firm handshake.
"Old classmate, it's been such a long time! Seeing you in full gear, you're still so valiant and unchanged."
"In our job, isn't it always about dancing on the knife's edge?"
"Not quite like you all, handling incidents and mediating disputes. Though cumbersome, at least it's more stable."
