The Public Security Headquarters, in a sense, is the second largest violent institution in Jiangzhou.
The first is Jiangzhou Prison, where the only aerospace ship in Jiangzhou is stationed.
Despite being past midnight, the building was still brightly lit, with people coming and going.
"Old man, are you here to report a case?"
In the reception hall on the first floor, a security officer called out to the elderly man who walked in, warmly approaching him.
This is the Upper Three Districts, and those who come and go are, if not wealthy, certainly not far from it.
Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:
"I'm looking for Zheng Yaoyang."
The security officer was taken aback:
"Director General..... and you are?"
Zhang Fusheng didn't speak, only smiled at him.
The security officer hurriedly guided him to a nearby seating area, quickly dialing a phone call.
"Director General, there's an elderly man here to see you... Yes, he didn't say, should I bring him up? Yes, Director General."
