After two hours of bumpy driving, Wan finally reached the mist-shrouded foot of the mountain, guided by the navigation address sent by Chen Biao.
It was dusk by now, the sunset casting a golden glow over the mountains.
In the distance, a white police car flashing lights stood out prominently, with two familiar figures standing nearby.
Chen Biao was leaning against the car door smoking, while Wu Bin was looking down at the notes in his hand.
As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, Jiang An pushed open the car door and stepped out briskly.
The cool mountain breeze, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation, swept over him, prompting him to take a deep breath.
Seeing this, Chen Biao immediately extinguished his cigarette and stepped forward with an apologetic smile, "Mr. Jiang, it's been hard on you."
"For this case, you've been rushing around these past few days without even being able to rest on the weekend."
