"Is it really that mystical?"
Duan Liu's smile began to take on a profound meaning, "Don't believe it? Then let me ask you, how many theft cases are there at your station? There are some, but certainly only a very small proportion."
Zheng Dazhi was awakened by this remark. He thought about the cases that had occurred in recent years and indeed, as Duan Liu said, thefts truly accounted for only a small part of them. Could it be that the achievements of the twenty-ninth generation descendant played a role in this?
Duan Liu raised his hand to check his watch, finished his glass of red wine in one gulp, and then said, "That's all I'm going to say. I really can't help with future matters. Farewell."
"Farewell."
