A moment later, the Red Flag sedan came to a smooth stop. A middle-aged man in a sharp suit got out first, walked around to the back, and opened the left rear door.
CLICK!
A shiny leather shoe touched the ground first, followed by the cuff of a pair of black trousers.
Finally, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early fifties stepped out. He wore a light gray jacket, its zipper hanging open at his chest, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath.
He wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his brow carried the calm composure of someone long accustomed to a position of power. His gaze was deep and sharp, as if it held the power to see right through a person.
There were faint traces of white at his temples, almost unnoticeable if not for Chen Yansen's superhuman eyesight.
Yuan Ruli, the head of the Shencheng Central Control Department, jogged forward and fell into step just half a pace behind the middle-aged man, accompanying him as they walked on.
Li Qingsong!
