Zhang Jiulin and I rushed towards the young man at the same time. He bit his finger and smeared a drop of blood on the Heartbroken Xun while I checked the man's pulse. Wang Yuanchao shot through his right shoulder so the young man was only unconscious.

The young man was the murderer we were looking for–Long Buhui. "Call an ambulance,” I instructed Xiaotao.

"Who said you could give that command earlier?!" shouted Zhang Jiulin as he grabbed my shirt.

"I was afraid you’d get hurt," I answered.

“Well thank you then,” Zhang Jiulin helplessly sighed and loosened his hold on my shirt.

The Heartbroken Xun had been successfully subdued. I explained everything to Director-General Cheng, taking quite some time to reason with him before he agreed to hand over the Heartbroken Xun to Zhang Jiulin.

Exhausted, I couldn’t wait to change out of these robes. Xiaotao hugged my arm, unlocked her cell phone and said,...