Everyone's eyes were riveted on Wan Donglin.
In an instant, he had become the very image of a murder suspect—a stark reminder that appearances can be deceiving. This outwardly refined and courteous man might well be a Demon who dismembered corpses.
Wan Donglin, however, seemed nonchalant. He casually shook his bandaged hand and stared at the ID of the plainclothes officer leading the group. He had observed them from the moment they entered. They were a group of young people, presumably new to this line of work. Their hearts still burned with a passion to root out injustice and uphold righteousness. That was why they weren't even taking a break for the festival, rushing here the moment they received their assignment.
All they knew was that Mr. Wan was a wealthy man, but they had no clue who was backing him. This wasn't his actual residence, after all. It was merely one of the many 'golden houses' Wan Donglin owned, which normally lacked any high-alert security.
