Old Ma and Old Liu were in the office, smoking one cigarette after another—so much so that even with the exhaust fan on, the smoke couldn't be cleared.
At this moment, Old Liu fiercely jabbed the half-smoked Black Lark into the ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts, staring at Officer Ma and asked, "Did he really say that?"
Officer Ma nodded and said, "That kid has a tough mouth. He only said that he had a task to complete, and that it was out of necessity to deal with that foreign old man in that situation."
"A task to complete, out of necessity..." Old Liu frowned, "That foreign old man, might not be a foreign spy, right? What task is Wang Yuechuan carrying?"
"Do I know why I came to find you?" Officer Ma rolled his eyes, "I think this kid isn't willing to disclose anything, his mouth is tightly shut, and he doesn't seem scared, almost as if he's confident… not sure if he really has some special task."
