"Captain Shen, this is Yang Qi, the man you're looking for. He's Advisor Yang from our Municipal Bureau," Wang Anjiu said to Shen Ruiping with a broad smile.
"Hello, Advisor Yang."
Shen Ruiping stood up, took two steps forward, and extended his hand to shake Yang Qi's.
His grip was strong, and his palm held the faint calluses of someone who had handled a gun for years.
He then turned to introduce the man beside him: a hulking figure, built like an iron tower, with arms nearly as thick as an average person's thighs.
"This is my colleague, Fei Gang."
"Hello, Captain Shen. Officer Fei." Yang Qi shook each of their hands in turn, his expression serene.
He could feel Fei Gang studying him with a probing gaze.
"My work here is done. Brother Qi, Captain Shen, I'll let you two talk. Just give me a call if you need anything." Wang Anjiu smiled and took his leave, pulling the door to the reception room closed behind him.
The three of them were left alone in the room.
