Bodyguards stood by him as he exited the elevator, and someone even opened the car door for him. He got in and drove away.

Because it wasn't far away, and it wasn't during rush hour, it was only a few minutes' walk, and he had already arrived at the police station.

The area outside the police station building was packed with reporters, and Nie Zhao, unusually, rolled down his car window to greet them.

Then the car entered the underground parking garage. As soon as it stopped, the bodyguards got out of the car, and a cleaner came over. Under their cover, she bent down and got into the car. A little while later, Nie Zhao and his eldest nephew Nie Jiajun got out of the car together.

Because of a special emergency today, there are police officers conducting security checks at the elevator entrance.

Nie Zhao and Nie Jiajun stepped forward first, stretched out their arms, turned around, completed the security check, and went to the elevator.

All the bodyguards had to draw their guns, raise their hands, and register the type of gun and the number of bullets before they could go upstairs.

Once inside the elevator, Nie Jiajun glanced at his uncle and smiled.

Nie Zhao smiled and said in a low voice, "My Ah Jun seems to have grown up all of a sudden."

Nie Jiajun made a peace sign with both hands and whispered, "I finally feel the happiness that Yu Guangxu once had."

Yes, today, he finally felt the same joy that Yu Guangxu and Guo Fuzheng, those two idiots, had when they kidnapped him.

Because he had been wandering around the police station building with a garbage cart since early morning, and he was just at the scene of Huo Qi and Zhang Sir's fight, but no one noticed his presence, and no one checked him when he went downstairs.

Entering and leaving the police station was like entering an empty place; it felt so damn good, so good that Nie Jiajun even wanted to become a policeman.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, the doors opened, and a large group of reporters were outside.

The group of reporters, gathered by Nie Zhao, were finally allowed to enter the elevator by the police.

Seeing the equally well-dressed and refined Nie uncle and nephew, several reporters managed to squeeze in.

Police have sent a text message about the anonymous bomb, but there are no further details yet.

Nie Zhaolai ostensibly accompanied his wife to present a banner to Zhang Shihui, but reporters had already received preliminary information that a shocking revelation had emerged: Zhang Ziqiang's gun, worth 5 million, was in the hands of Zhang Shihui, the top police officer.

Now that they had squeezed into the elevator, the reporters wanted to interview Mr. Nie.

Someone asked, "Chairman Nie, do you believe the news that the gun is in Inspector Zhang's possession is true?"

Nie Zhao stood at the very front and in the very center, smiling as he said, "Everything is subject to the investigation report provided by the police."

Another person squeezed in and said, "If the gun is in Inspector Cheung's hands, then he is Cheung Tze-keung's accomplice, right?"

Nie Zhao was a little annoyed, but his smile was gentle and his voice mild: "Everything depends on the police's judgment."

Such official jargon is meaningless. Then a reporter asked, "If Inspector Zhang is truly an accomplice of Cheung Tze-keung, as the victim's family, what do you plan to do? Don't you want to condemn the Hong Kong police?"

Nie Zhao stared at the numbers, and seeing that they had only reached the 12th floor, he felt even more annoyed, but his tone remained gentle: "Just listen to the police."

He glanced at Nie Jiajun, his eyes saying, "These reporters smell so strongly."

But suddenly, the female reporter standing next to him sniffed him and said, "Chairman Nie was just taking care of the baby, right? Wow, I can smell it! You smell like milk. By the way, how has Young Master Yuan been lately?"

The elevator arrived at the 16th floor, and Nie Zhao, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

He smiled and said, "A-Yuan is doing well, and thank you for your concern."

The female reporter followed him out, smiling and saying, "He must be very cute and able to make you happy."

Nie Jiajun was afraid that his uncle wouldn't talk about his little darling, so he stepped forward, wanting to say a few words of praise to his younger brother.

But Nie Zhao stopped, looked at the female reporter, and said seriously, "He's a sweet-smelling, well-behaved little boy, and he really is cute."