"Sir, as long as you can avenge my son, I am willing to offer the entire Shen Family fortune to the East City Bureau! I just want those people dead!"
Shen Yizhi knelt before Su Mu, tears streaming down his face as he spoke.
Su Mu was carefully examining the case files on several recent merchant caravan robberies when Shen Yizhi came seeking an audience.
The moment he entered, he dropped to his knees before Su Mu with a thud and began to weep, snot and tears everywhere.
He was a man of several decades, yet he cried like a child.
"Get up and speak. Otherwise, you can leave right now."
Su Mu said with a frown, having no patience for such displays.
"Hunting down criminals and eliminating bandits is the duty of the East City Bureau. I'll do it whether you ask me to or not.
The East City Bureau won't give this case special treatment just because the victim was your son."
Su Mu's authority had been growing daily, and when he adopted such a stern tone, Shen Yizhi stopped crying.
