Zhong Jueqing's hair floated in strands of white in the night sky, like it was in water, buoyant, and it was silvery white, born from black exhaustion.
He gazed and said, "I believe······ I've worked in the Security Bureau for over a decade, I'm good at judging people······ you're telling the truth, right."
Su Changxing suddenly felt a strange feeling, the other indeed seemed to trust him greatly, a profound trust.
Could this be charisma?
Rationally, he thought that this person from the Security Bureau wouldn't genuinely trust him. In such an environment, trust between people was very thin, like the thin ice on early winter water, ready to break at any moment.
Su Changxing pulled Tao Yira back to his side, saying, "These Hunters seem to be fighting among themselves. What's the Security Bureau planning?"
"Infighting?"
