The lower body was clad in dark green, baggy work pants, with a coarse hemp rope cinching the waist. The pockets on both sides were packed with items, a short knife glinting coldly on the left side, its sheath entwined with black rope, and a military hand spike dangling on the right. A Wild Bull Fighting Handgun was slung diagonally across the waist.
The man's face was overgrown with stubble, covering most of his cheeks. A distinct scar ran from the brow bone down across the temple to the jaw, a dark brown that tugged the corner of his right eye slightly askew.
"Nice to meet you for the first time, let's get acquainted!"
The man grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "I'm Director Qin Zhaoye of the Order Maintenance Department in the Security and Integrity Bureau. You can call me Director Qin, or... Officer Qin."
His gaze was condescending, exuding a brazen arrogance.
"Officer Qin?"
