Upon hearing this, the smile on Jiang An's face instantly froze.
He slowly put down the teacup he had raised halfway.
"Secure the scene, we'll be there soon."
The entire room seemed to have the mute button pressed, with even the air ceasing to flow.
Wan, sitting beside him, keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and whispered, "Boss, is there another crime scene?"
Jiang An nodded slightly, his gaze slowly scanning everyone present.
These comrades who fought alongside him, their faces now full of complex emotions—fatigue, helplessness, but more of a readiness to depart at any moment.
He cleared his throat, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent room: "Everyone!" He paused, "Brothers and sisters."
"I originally planned to use this opportunity to have a few drinks with you all, to relieve the fatigue of continuous work."
Jiang An's lips curled into a bitter smile, "Didn't expect the task to come before the drinks had touched our lips."
