That game-developing Professional definitely never expected this—the Scorching Sun Department's Iron Fist had already gone deep inside just as things were getting started.
He stayed excited for quite a while, then realized his "stamina" was spent. Probably couldn't log in today, so he fished out his phone and dialed the number he'd just written down.
In less than twenty minutes, three cars pulled up downstairs at his building.
Feng Yao, wearing an administrative jacket with a square jaw that just screamed leadership, personally came knocking, brought people along, and—with a local uncle showing the way—took Fu Guangfei away.
Fu Guangfei still just felt like he was helping to crack a case, at most another Professional using their ability to mess around making games.
He simply followed Wen Yan's instructions, answered everything truthfully, including that he'd met Wen Yan.
