In Beijing, Ning Ge sneezed twice, wiped his nose, and stared directly at an elderly man with graying hair sitting opposite him.
"What did you just say? Stop the investigation?" Ning Ge pressed his lips together, looking at him.
This was his immediate superior, Pan Gongnian, who had initially recruited him to the Special Service Faction.
Pan Gongnian took a sip of tea and said, "Stop the investigation, the case ends here."
"Why?" Ning Ge gritted his teeth, his hands clenched tightly under the table, almost shouting in questioning: "There are already clues, why stop investigating? Why?"
"No reason. The case already has a result. Cang Lang and the others sacrificed themselves. Do not investigate further!" Pan Gongnian said with a stern face.
"What result? Just the word 'sacrifice' is the result? They clearly died in vain, and you know it too, don't you? Why stop now? Have you been assimilated too? Or are you afraid?" Ning Ge glared at him.
