There's no denying it, whenever he's in a bad mood, visiting the first-floor case office at the police station always lifts his spirits.
He both feels a bit sorry for that young police officer and even more admiration—how does he manage not to laugh?
Could it be that it's just like in the movies, where they're so professional that they generally won't laugh?
Before leaving, Li Zijun told him not to come around for the next few days and to rest at home, waiting for her notification.
Her words made him really want to hit her with a triple whip and let her know what it means for young people to disregard martial arts ethics.
But considering this was at the police station entrance, and she was in uniform, he thought better of it, realizing that it carried certain risks, maybe even more than when he faced the killer last night, so he held back his impulse.
After all, the aside from Zhang Heng, the murderer, suggested no danger to strangers, but that wasn't the case with Li Zijun.
