"Too bold, just following like that, what if something happens?" Shen Feihu was extremely anxious.
Xu Qigang’s expression was very solemn, "I’ve already sent Shangguan Tao to follow them, and with the two of them teamed up, it’s hard to encounter any opponents. Moreover, Ying Jie is not the type to seek glory through reckless advancement, so if he has decided to follow, it must be very important."
"We trust you in your actions."
"I’m a bit worried myself," Xu Qigang admitted with a helpless bitter smile, a trace of worry flashing across his deep eyes. For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous, which reminded him of the scene two years ago when he had received the rescue notification to save Meng Fan. For origınal chapters go to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"President Shangguan Tao is here to see Captain Xu."
Before Shen Feihu could speak, Xu Qigang suddenly stood up, ready to go out. Shen Feihu hurriedly called out, "Let him in."
It wasn’t long before Xiao Tao had left when Shangguan Tao came in wearing casual clothes. He also carried a black bag on his back, different from the usual black canvas bags; this style of backpack was only possessed by those on missions.
"President, Executive Director, Captain!" Shangguan Tao greeted each person respectively.
"Has Chen Yingjie come back?" Xu Qigang asked.
Shangguan Tao’s expression was very subtle as he shook his head, "I couldn’t find him, and the leads have been lost." He had gone to find Chen Yingjie immediately after getting his equipment according to the leads. Heading north, he tracked more than a hundred kilometers, but ultimately the leads were lost. His past experience told him that something must have happened, otherwise Chen Yingjie would not disappear without leaving any leads.
"Something has happened!" The ominous premonition had indeed come true; Xu Qigang’s face changed on the spot. "President, I must go to the scene personally."
"Wait..." Shen Feihu stopped him, "Take your equipment and men."
Qianjin Dance Troupe, in the main office of the Song and Dance Troupe, it had been almost half an hour since the Provincial Command Center’s people had arrived when Su Yun hurried in.
"I’m sorry, I’m late!" Su Yun said with an apologetic smile.
The leading man looked down at Su Yun from a high position, and did not speak for a long time.
The office fell into a dull, oppressive silence, and the deputy captain was anxious.
Su Yun frowned unhappily and looked at the leading man, "What’s wrong?"
"What’s wrong? Commander Su, you’re asking me what’s wrong?" The leading man stood ramrod straight, his uniform impeccable, even the angle of his cap perfectly precise.
He neatly greeted Su Yun.
He was Jiang Shaoxun, a somewhat odd figure in the circle. The way he was at work and the way he was during his off time were completely different. Among the various families, he was considered a bit of an oddity; he only associated with Shen Ming apart from others, one from National Security University and the other at the Provincial Command Center.
"No wonder your Troupe has people like Bai Oulan; it starts with the captain setting a poor example."
"What do you mean by that?" Su Yun turned defensive immediately; she was, after all, the President’s wife and had never encountered such disrespect.
"Don’t you know how to greet these many comrades? Or is that a special privilege of the President’s wife?"
This questioning made Su Yun’s face turn red and then pale, unable to maintain her composure. She had always been accustomed to certain protocols, and in her rush, she had forgotten this time.
The Provincial Command Center was responsible for discipline, and she was at fault.
"I’m sorry! I’m sorry!" Su Yun apologized and greeted everyone.