In the interrogation room, everyone else had left, leaving only the Deputy Director behind.
The two of them started smoking, and the Deputy Police Chief had a very grim expression, "Just let him go like that?"
Hunter was silent for a moment, his tone filled with helplessness, "The Mayor is dead set on protecting him."
With just one sentence, the Deputy Director understood why Lance could leave; with the Mayor's protection, no one in this city could oppose him.
Or perhaps, unless some politically influential people from the Bay Area step up to confront the Mayor, they simply couldn't hold Lance.
Politics isn't a street brawl where you punch me and I punch you back.
The game of politics is extremely complex. Even if the big shots from the Bay Area plan to intervene, they would first make all sorts of preparations before taking action.
Hunter glanced at the Deputy Police Chief, "What did Lance mean when he mentioned 'that night' just now?"
