Shen Siyuan's gaze fell on the three people entering the backyard.
These three were Gao Yongdao, Zhong Xiaonan from the Special Affairs Bureau, and a young man he didn't recognize.
"Brother Shen, Happy New Year."
Zhong Xiaonan ignored the bloodstains everywhere, the frightened women, and that corpse with wide-open eyes, unable to rest in peace, and cheerfully waved at Shen Siyuan.
"Happy New Year." Shen Siyuan chuckled softly.
He then turned his gaze to Gao Yongdao.
This man with graying temples and a robust build had eyes like a hawk, and his cold face scanned the scene, yet he displayed a smile that did not fit his demeanor.
"Mr. Shen, hello, I am Gao Yongdao, the leader of the first group of the external affairs team at the Special Affairs Bureau. I'm pleased to meet you." He was quite polite, very courteous.
Not being polite and courteous was not an option; they had just witnessed Yu Haichao being blasted into a mist of blood.
