Panda knew the moment he learned that the "kind-hearted person" had sent him to the Imperial District, he had a good idea who he was about to meet.
It was an ordinary-looking house by the roadside, with a "Wanli Firm" sign hanging above. He knocked on the door.
It wasn't long before the door opened, and the person inside sized him up, "Mr. Panda?"
Panda nodded slightly, "That's me."
He was dressed in casual clothes today, wearing a fisherman's hat to cover his physique and features as much as possible.
His hands were tucked into his pockets, feeling somewhat nervous.
As a law enforcer, this was his first time doing something like this.
The person inside invited him in; the dimly lit bulbs lit the corridor sufficiently, though not as brightly as in daytime.
"Mr. Lance is on the phone, you'll need to wait a bit, but before that, do you mind if I search you?" said a very young face that even looked a bit immature.
