The next morning.
28th floor, Divine Authority Bureau Building, Qingjian City, Third Squad Office.
Fang Qingyu wore a black high-collar, long-sleeve training outfit, loosely draped a large hooded jacket over it, the hood pulled low, almost covering half of his face, leaving only a sharp jawline exposed.
His steps were slightly slow, yet steady, as he led Jiang Wei, who was in a plain dress quietly nibbling on a roasted sweet potato, into the room.
The atmosphere in the office was lively, mixed with the smell of coffee and disinfectant.
Qin Hui and others were all there, even Qu Zhe, who had returned from injury and was organizing equipment, and Li Hu, who had just finished a night shift, joined together in a spirited discussion.
