Inside the City Public Security Bureau, Xiao Chen, the officer on duty, was sitting at a desk in the reception hall organizing files. His two colleagues on the same shift had gone out to patrol their district, leaving him to hold down the fort. However, people rarely came to the city bureau to file a report at night, so his shift was relatively quiet.
Su Qing remained hidden, dragging the unconscious Jin Zhicheng and the tape recorder to the entrance of the City Public Security Bureau. Then, the vine wrapped around the recorder balled up and shot toward the low-headed Xiao Chen, smacking him on the left shoulder. The blow was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to grab his attention. Having hit its mark, the vine immediately retracted.
