No. 30, East Nanhu Road, Building F, City.
In an office with the best view on the east side, Zhang Dayong hurried over after dealing with matters at the warehouse.
Behind the broad mahogany desk, a middle-aged man in his forties sat facing the window.
"Have they left?"
Zhang Dayong stood to the side: "Yes, they came with a search warrant."
The middle-aged man nodded: "Old Liang explained to me, Ma Chaoyang gave them a heads-up."
Zhang Dayong was not too surprised upon hearing this; he had already had a premonition.
The office fell into a brief silence, only broken after a long pause.
"So you already knew what was in that warehouse?"
The middle-aged man's tone remained as calm as before, but the words hit Zhang Dayong like a thunderclap.
Instantly, he clenched his hands tightly behind his back, palms sweaty.
