Yang Luo snapped to attention and saluted with a slap. "I'll follow your orders."
Jiang Qiang frowned again. "Who taught you to salute with your left hand？"
Yang Luo gave a cheeky grin. "I saw it on TV—everyone saluted like that. Didn't notice whether it was left or right."
Jiang Qiang's face turned black. Holding back his urge to explode, he said, "You can go report now."
As Yang Luo walked out the door, the smile on his face suddenly turned sinister. "Damn it！ I'll mess with you all till you drop dead."
Seeing Yang Luo leave, Jiang Qiang felt so stifled he dialed the chief's number. After just two rings, the call was answered. "Jiang Qiang！ What's up？"
Jiang Qiang was seething. "Listen, Chief, my dear dad, you're my grandpa—why did you dump a guy like this on me?" Now he didn't care if Yang Luo was the chief's relative or not.
“What？ Is there a problem？” The bureau chief’s tone sounded a bit off.
Jiang Qiang said with a bitter face, “Chief, just tell me, who the hell is he? Is he really your relative? That guy doesn’t act like a cop at all—he’s a complete thug. And his file, why is there nothing in it?”
The bureau chief was silent for a moment, then said, “Jiang Qiang, I’ll tell you this： that kid has nothing to do with me, but his background runs deep. Don’t let his surface fool you—he’s no simple man. You’ll understand later.”
“But...”
“No buts. You’ve followed me for so many years—when have I ever lied to you？ Remember this: the matter ends here. Don’t tell anyone about him.”
Jiang Qiang said helplessly, “Chief Han, don’t worry.”
“Mm, good. I have a meeting; I’ll hang up now.”
Jiang Qiang slowly put down the phone, still unwilling to give up. He picked up Yang Luo’s file and entered his name, place of origin, and date of birth into the computer. When the computer screen displayed the SS-level confidential prompt, his eyelids twitched wildly. SS-level confidentiality—what kind of concept was that? Besides the few national leaders at the SSS level, SS-level personnel were the big shots like military region commanders, national security agents, and special operatives.
After a long while, Jiang Qiang finally caught his breath. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, lost in wild thoughts: just who the hell is this kid？ Now he even wondered if the higher-ups had some major operation going on and had sent Yang Luo in as an undercover agent. But on second thought, if something huge were really about to happen, Chief Han wouldn’t have failed to warn him.
Jiang Qiang lit a cigarette, recalling Yang Luo’s demeanor earlier, and muttered, “Now I kind of hope this kid is just a worthless rich brat here to coast along and wait to die.”
Yang Luo took a taxi to the Pudong Criminal Investigation Unit, got out, walked to the squad leader’s office door, and knocked.
“Come in.”
Yang Luo walked in. Wei Yong, the captain of the Pudong Criminal Police Squad, was waiting for him. Seeing Yang Luo, he stood up politely, extended his hand, and said, "Comrade Yang Luo, welcome. From now on, we're colleagues, so let's look out for each other."
Yang Luo was taken aback, muttering to himself, why is this bastard so warm? A weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken — definitely up to no good. Unlike his time with Jiang Qiang, Yang Luo didn't blather on here. He shook hands with Wei Yong warily and said, "You're too kind." In truth, Yang Luo still didn't understand Wei Yong. The man wasn't one to put on airs and wasn't particularly strict with his subordinates.
Wei Yong stepped out of the office and called out, "Everyone！ Everyone！ Let me introduce your new colleague."