3:30 AM.
The phone rang.
Zhang Dinghui immediately opened his eyes, his heart pounding fiercely, and felt his temples throbbing as if trying to break through something innate.
As the director of the Mei Yang City Bureau, Zhang Dinghui received countless calls every day, but midnight calls were rare, especially at 3 AM, a time when normal people were already asleep. Such calls came only during the time Jiang Yuan was here to investigate the explosion case, and news would often arrive at 3 AM...
Zhang Dinghui's eyes widened, like a martial arts master contemplating before death: Jiang Yuan is indeed in Mei Yang City.
Skillfully reaching for a pill box on the bedside table, Zhang Dinghui opened it and swallowed the medication. Then he pressed his temple with his hand, took a couple of deep breaths, and pushed back the nausea from his chest and abdomen before answering the call, saying, "It's Zhang Dinghui."
