The term 'Vice Director' made Han Xiayang take a serious look at the man opposite him for the first time. The man in a crisp police uniform had hard and resolute features that matched those of anyone. His sharp, cold, black eyes glared at him coldly, with a slight smile that held icy coolness deep within them, staring back without the slightest concession.
Just one look, and Han Xiayang understood one thing: the man before him was not just a simple figure of beauty. How had such a person appeared in B City without him knowing?
The eyes of these two equally imposing men met in mid-air, neither willing to back down. At the same time, Han Xiayang realized that he was truly out of luck today, doomed to a rough night returning home. But none of that mattered now; what mattered was that his pride couldn't be lost at this moment.
The next moment, Han Xiayang also curved his lips into a cold smile: "The Vice Director, is it? Do you know who I am?"
