Four hours have passed since Feng Mu voluntarily cooperated with the Patrol Office, which means he has been undeservedly wronged for precisely one hundred years and four hours at the Patrol Office.
As his shoes stepped out of the front steps of the Patrol Office, Feng Mu breathed in the fresh air outside, suddenly feeling like he was reborn.
"My innocence has been tainted. Although Detective Li Shang finally cleared my name, the stain remains on me permanently, causing an indelible trauma."
Feng Mu turned his head to glance behind, a reluctant sparkle in his eyes, thinking he would find a chance to return to the Patrol Office to claim his spiritual damages.
Chang Erbing observed Feng Mu's expression, feeling a hint of surprise. For some reason, he kept sensing something slightly odd in Feng Mu's gaze, as if something important was left behind.
Chang Erbing walked over and asked, "Is there anything else?"
