The Old Bastard arrived at his office at half-past seven in the morning as usual.
Today is the third day of March, and as always, the roads are packed with cars thanks to various schools in Shangjing taking their students out. Forget about moving anywhere.
He still walked to work.
Cars? He simply parked it in any roadside slot he found. What else could he do?
Just as he sat down, he noticed his office assistant—a young sheep girl with a devilish figure and an angelic face—rushing in with an urgent document: "Minister Bai, urgent document from Houhai."
Houhai, within the Old Bastard's police system, represents the Houhai Palace, the urgent matters from the Emperor—goodness, someone must have really infuriated the Old Emperor to bypass the internal guards and send this directly to his desk.
He took the document, and then saw various photos of Mr. Durin from different distances and angles.
