When Chen Ping'an returned to the South City Prison, Wang Changxu was leading an inspection team, auditing their detailed accounts.
Seeing Chen Ping'an return, Wang Changxu let out a cold laugh, but ultimately refrained from stepping forward to taunt him.
Their investigation was nearing its end. In another two or three days, they would compile all the old, unsettled accounts into a report and submit it to the Outer City Garrison Command.
At that time, even if Chen Ping'an wasn't dead, he'd be done for!
Sooner or later, he would be stripped of his position as South City Prison Chief!
"Supervisor Wang, I was late today. How come I didn't hear any dogs barking? Did you hear anything just now? Did the dog go mute, or did someone kill it?"
Chen Ping'an walked forward with a smile playing on his lips.
Wang Changxu hadn't expected this. He had decided not to mock Chen Ping'an, yet Chen Ping'an had come looking for trouble himself.
"You!"
Wang Changxu's face turned ashen.
