On the long street where the incident occurred.
Liu Yuan stepped on a thick layer of snow and glanced at the moon in the sky.
"Director." His confidant approached and whispered, "Vice Director Zhang has been taken into the interrogation room by He Gaozhuo for internal questioning and review."
"Should we rush back immediately and confront He Gaozhuo?"
"No rush."
Liu Yuan kicked a pile of snow on the ground, watching the large, tumbling snowflakes swirl turbulently before settling back down.
He spoke slowly:
"Zhang is someone who hasn't worked with us long enough, he lacks a sense of belonging, and he doesn't quite know his place."
"Although I pushed him to the front line, he still needs to listen."
His confidant pondered:
"Director, do you mean?"
Old Liu smiled and said:
"For the next two or three days, we'll be out investigating this attack, tracking the movements of the evil cult."
"As for the main office, we'll ignore it, won't listen, won't hear, won't ask."
