"That's good to hear," Boyce said without changing his expression, seemingly unfazed.
Qin Niexun chuckled lightly and didn't say anything more.
The operation tonight was completed smoothly. Apart from Qin Niexun being accidentally injured by Dong Zhenhong, everyone else was safe and unharmed. As the night grew deeper, the criminal investigation team was busy wrapping up the aftermath of a major task. Boyce, a significant figure, had attempted to escape during the operation and was shot dead on the spot.
With the chaos settling down, Qin Niexun was busy until dawn, finally finishing his work. He strode out of the office building.
Outside the office building, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting, its driver standing by. When the driver saw Qin Niexun approaching, he immediately opened the rear door respectfully.
As Qin Niexun walked over, he noticed a familiar figure and stopped, glancing sideways.
"Why are you here?"