Old instructor?
Zhang Fusheng blinked, recalling the 'rumor' he had seen when researching before entering the Martial Arts Dojo.
His master had once served as an instructor for a special unit.
"Can't hide anything from you." The rugged man with a beard, dressed in plaid, smiled wryly: "That's indeed the case."
Hong Tianbao glanced sideways:
"Not a hint revealed, are you treating this old man as a cultist, guarding against me?"
"With all due respect, you know the Investigation Bureau's confidentiality regulations well."
"Heh heh."
Hong Tianbao's smile didn't reach his eyes.
The two chatted back and forth without much direction, then the rugged man clasped his fists together, cautiously bidding farewell and taking his disheveled subordinates with him.
They watched them leave.
Hong Tianbao let out a breath:
"The Investigation Bureau's here; things are indeed going to become unsettled."
Zhang Fusheng couldn't help asking:
"What is the Investigation Bureau?"
