"Director Kong, more police from Ningtai have arrived," a subordinate reported while Kong Xueping was smoking by the window.
"Ningtai police? People from Jiang Yuan?" Kong Xueping discarded his cigarette, a bit surprised.
"Yes. They're about to land." His subordinate had also just learned the news. Su Island's airport was small; chartered flights were infrequent, and such last-minute notifications were even rarer.
Kong Xueping frowned, intending to call Jiang Yuan, but before dialing, he sent a message to Liu Ling, the subordinate he had dispatched to deliver gifts.
Come to think of it, how could delivering local specialties take so long?
After sending the message, there was no response, as if it had sunk into the sea.
Unable to sit still, Kong Xueping stood up and grabbed his phone, saying, "Let's go have a look."
The newly equipped Changan CS75 looked imposing and handsome with its police livery. Kong Xueping himself drove out, stepping hard on the accelerator.