Lin Youxie did not come in person, a cleanly dressed middle-aged man did, his hair meticulously pinned without a hair out of place.
From the keen gaze that habitually surveyed his surroundings, he must also be a Qing brand catcher, but there was no badge hanging at his waist, so it was unclear what grade he was.
He arrived holding a brocaded box, merely stating that his surname was Lin, with no further introduction.
Jiang Wang didn't dig any deeper.
He cared not how much inheritance Lin Kuang, the legendary arrest officer, had actually left to Lin Youxie.
Still, the thoroughness of the information in the brocade box caught Jiang Wang by surprise.
Inside the brocade box were three booklets in total.