"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
Ma Xiang entered Xiang Dong's office and shut the door.
Xiang Dong lifted his eyelids, put down the file in his hand, and asked, "Why the long face? If there's something, just say it."
Ma Xiang mentally prepared himself thoroughly, took a deep breath, and said, "Captain Xiang, I lost something."
"What did you lose?"
Ma Xiang opened his mouth, but the word "gun" felt like it was burning his tongue; he just couldn't say it out.
Xiang Dong frowned, "Speak up!"
"The gun."
The office was silent for two seconds.
After those two seconds, Xiang Dong grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it.
Ma Xiang dodged to the side, and the ashtray hit the door with a bang.
"You motherfucker..."
"Knock, knock."
Another knock on the door was heard.
Xiang Dong held back his anger and said, "Come in!"
Chen Lin pushed open the door, glanced at the ashtray on the floor, then looked at Ma Xiang standing at the desk.
He blinked, what's going on here?
