The door of the office was silently pushed open.
Gao Jin walked in slowly.
His figure was exceptionally tall, and the black uniform of the Special Search Team he wore seemed like a layer of hard armor, outlining the contours of his muscles even more distinctly.
Zhou Liang and Ali quickly stepped aside to make way, respectfully lowering their heads in salute.
Then they swiftly exited the office, closing the door tightly.
Gao Jin didn't glance at Xu Hao, he went straight to the opposite side of the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
The metal frame of the chair let out a groan of protest under his weight.
An invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire office the moment he sat down.
"You asked to speak with me face to face, is there something you want to confess?"
Gao Jin clasped his hands on the table, his deep gaze finally settled on Xu Hao, cutting to the chase.
