Following the directions provided by the security guard, Yang Yifeng arrived at an office on the third floor. The doorplate read "Inquiry Room."
Yang Yifeng knocked on the door, walked in, and found that the sizable room contained only one person.
It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his early thirties. He had significant hair loss at the forehead but appeared quite energetic. Even behind a pair of thick glasses, his eyes were particularly bright.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
The middle-aged man asked politely.
"I'd like to find out who was in charge of the batch of goods detained yesterday in Magic Capital."