Su City Identification Bureau.
After more than half a year, Shao Zifeng looked up at the building once again, his heart filled with sighs. If his arm hadn't been nearly frozen stiff, he would have continued sighing.
Pushing open the glass door of the Identification Bureau, a warm air current hit his face. The lobby, as deserted as before, held a few staff members in white coats chatting listlessly, even their demeanor less enthusiastic than before.
Shao Zifeng didn't head to the counter; instead, he first went to the waiting area and sat in a chair.
A few staff members glanced up briefly before continuing their conversations with colleagues.
With his right hand, he fumbled for a moment and then took out a small object.
What appeared in Shao Zifeng's palm was a lobster about ten centimeters in size, different from the crawfish used in spicy dishes; this was a true lobster species.