"Are you referring to those people on Rat Street?" The police chief couldn't help but size up the seasoned officer. "You're involved with them, yet you're not afraid of the Church..."
"Rules are rigid; people are flexible," the seasoned officer replied. "Besides, who doesn't know that place is backed by... certain higher-ups?"
The police chief quickly raised his hand, cutting him off. "Don't say any more!" He fell silent, pondering. At this moment, he was desperate enough to clutch at straws, but he still warned, "Don't forget, we're in the same boat."
"Rest assured, Sir. I have some connections with that person." The seasoned officer, clearly understanding what was at stake, immediately gave his assurance.
Although he was a district police chief, he had never actually dealt with such matters—firstly, because he didn't believe in them, and secondly, because he didn't dare. So, when he passed through that wall, his expression was one of indescribable surprise.
