"If you want to know about this matter, I can tell you, as for others, forget about it."
The bald man furrowed his brow, glanced at Zheng Anshan, and said.
This matter involves ancient martial artists, so the Special Security Department should take over. Other departments don't need to know. At most, the director of this police station can be informed.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Anshan fell silent for a moment, suspiciously staring at the bald man.
This bald guy must know someone in the higher-ups and wants to exonerate himself or possibly intends to kidnap him, but it doesn't quite look like it.
"Director, be careful, this bald guy doesn't look like a good person."
A young detective said to Zheng Anshan.
Zheng Anshan nodded, thought for a moment, and said solemnly, "If you want to speak to me alone, then both of you please come back to the station with me."
"Not now, we must wait for our boss to arrive first."
