When Li Kang entered the captain's office, he found Chu Bamboo sitting in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with a dejected air.
"…What's wrong?"
"I can't figure it out. Something that should have been mine... when I woke up, it was gone…" Chu Bamboo's mood was sour. 'Who the hell misappropriated my Fushui?'
"Did a thief get you?" Li Kang's gaze sharpened. After a moment's thought, he turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Although Chu Bamboo hadn't moved from the chair, he sat up straight.
"I'm going to get the patrol officers from the Search Division to help you find it! What else would I be doing?" Li Kang rolled his eyes, his tone suddenly turning aggressive. "Stealing from our Special Operations Brigade... Hmph, that thief has a death wish!"
"If he's still in the Third District, I'll dig up his entire family tree... no, I'll dig up his ancestors' ashes!"
