Every time Jiang Cheng entered the Commander's Office, his mood was tinged with unease. Whenever those eyes—ones that seemed able to pierce straight into a man's heart—looked his way, it always felt like he was being stared down by a fierce beast about to choose its prey.
Moreover, Jiang Cheng had no special privileges in the Commander's Office; if he had to wait in line in the tea room, he waited, unless there was some truly urgent matter.
If he asked himself whether what he had on hand counted as an urgent matter—perhaps not quite. But fortunately, there weren't too many people seeking an audience in the Commander's Office most days, since most affairs were handled in the Four Directions Governor's Office. So after just one hour of waiting, Jiang Cheng's turn came.
"Sir."
"Here you are? Sit." Pang Ban didn't wear a stern expression, motioning for Jiang Cheng to take a seat. Then he instructed his deputy to bring Jiang Cheng a cup of hot tea.
