It's dawn, in the office of the Director of the Gambling City Police Headquarters, Max was looking at the report with a cold face. His charming assistant secretary stood by, afraid to speak. In the secretary's memory, Max had never been this angry. After a while, Max finished reading the report in his hand, looked up, and stared out the window at the towering buildings. The rising sun reflected on the glass curtain walls, casting a charming halo.
"Have you confirmed the identity of the deceased?" Max suddenly said coldly.
"We can't find any information. It's as if they appeared out of thin air in Gambling City." The secretary quickly replied.
"How could anyone appear out of thin air in Gambling City? Investigate it thoroughly. I need to know who they are. How dare they attack the police station; this is an act of terrorism. They are terrorists. Tell everyone below to investigate to the end. I must know who they are!" Max shouted angrily.
