Seeing everyone in the hall was so perceptive, Chen Sheng found it inappropriate to press the issue further.
Otherwise, he would appear petty.
However, Chen Sheng's gaze still swept over Zhan Fusheng in the corner with great interest.
The man had once been his stepping stone, solidifying his position in G Camp. Afterward, due to a bet and an inability to swallow his pride, he had chosen to be transferred.
Chen Sheng hadn't stopped him.
He never expected that after all this time, the man would end up under his command once again.
It had to be said, there was a certain amount of fate between them.
Zhan Fusheng sensed Chen Sheng's gaze and quickly, meekly lowered his head, his heart filled with anxiety.
The Chen Sheng of today was no longer that young, newly transferred man from back then. He was now "Blood Bell Chen Sheng," a man whose terrifying reputation was known throughout the Jingwu Bureau and even all of Ning'an Prefecture.
