City center, outside the train station, a black Mercedes GLE hotel vehicle weaved through the bustling roadsides, like a massive rock splitting the tidal flow of pedestrians.
"...Apologize? I don't need them to come and apologize. If apologies worked, why would we need the police? Ha, I almost forgot, it's the police causing trouble this time. These corrupt bureaucrats only know how to do this kind of superficial paperwork after the fact! When you joined the Great Golden Pagoda project, it was the cultural department that officially promised us everyday safety!"
The Blond Auntie sat in the wide boss chair in the rear of the SUV, her legs crossed, stacked together, muttering into the phone.
Her brow was furrowed, sunglasses pushed up to her forehead, her whole being exuding a sharp aura, even the layered sound-insulating doors of the luxurious SUV couldn't block her machine-gun-like complaints, fiercely majestic like a general preparing for battle, or perhaps—
