In fact, in early spring, the sunlight is very gentle. When it shines on you, it feels warm and comfortable, not harsh at all.

However, in the eyes of a father, even if his daughter gets a little tanned, she loses much of her charm.

Watching his daughter leave the police station accompanied by the driver, as he turned around, the smile on Mr. Miller III's face vanished without a trace. A shadow clouded his eyes, and he lifted his foot, slowly walking forward.

Standing at the entrance, Ethan Foster, whose face was full of anger, was swept by that chilling gaze. Instantly, she shuddered all over, involuntarily lowered her head, took a step back, clenched her fists tightly, her flushed little face turning deathly pale in an instant, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

“Oh, it's Mr. Miller...”

Chief Reed had already changed his demeanor, hurriedly stood up, walked forward to greet him, laughing heartily, and stretched out both hands from afar.

Hugh Miller was all smiles as well, shaking hands with Chief Reed, patting Chief Reed's shoulder, acting very warmly.

Ryan Carter and William Thompson's gazes also fell on Hugh Miller.

Hugh Miller's build was only average, slightly on the tall side, making him look upright and far from the bloated image most big bosses give. He looked younger than his actual age, dressed impeccably, and carried himself with an air of dignity.

In a remote place like Weizhou, it was rare to see such a talent.

William Thompson was taken aback, his eyebrows raising slightly. He whispered, “Such strong fortune...”

Hugh Miller's proper attire, gentle appearance, and dignified bearing made it hard for ordinary people to look him in the eye. But in the eyes of a physiognomist, there was a different set of standards.

Ryan Carter gave a faint smile and nodded lightly.

Hugh Miller's strong fortune was extremely rare. Even someone like William Thompson, with only half-baked physiognomy skills, could see it at a glance.

Hugh Miller's appearance was overly gentle, which to ordinary people might seem a bit effeminate, but this was precisely the source of his entire fortune.

In physiognomy, a man with feminine features is said to have the scholar's look of a warrior, which signifies wealth and nobility.

Besides that, Hugh Miller's eyebrows were sharp as swords, lips thin and mouth wide, forehead full—all signs of wealth. Unfortunately, his jaw was a bit pointed, which was a slight flaw; otherwise, his fortune would be even stronger, truly beyond measure.

No wonder this man could stir up storms in Weizhou City and make a name for himself.

However, Ryan Carter's gaze did not linger on Hugh Miller for long. It merely swept past him and settled on the face of a man standing behind Hugh Miller.

As soon as their eyes met, Ryan Carter, who had been lazily leaning against the back of his chair, suddenly sat up straight. An indescribable aura radiated from him, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if he had become a different person.

William Thompson also straightened his back, stiffened his neck, raised his guard to the highest level, and stared intently at that man, not moving his gaze an inch.

The man behind Hugh Miller was dressed in a black stand-collar outfit, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, not particularly tall—actually a bit shorter than Hugh Miller—and not especially burly, rather ordinary in build. But his limbs were well-proportioned, his whole body exuded energy, and the muscles exposed on his arms and neck were smooth and faintly gleaming, full of vitality, like a primordial beast from ancient times, ready to unleash terrifying power at any moment.

Without a doubt, this was a rare master.

He was on a completely different level from those “show-off” types like Knife-face.

To see such a master at the side of a local celebrity like Hugh Miller was not all that surprising.

Moreover, Weizhou City was a place where the Miao and Yao peoples mingled, martial arts traditions ran deep, and hidden talents abounded. Since ancient times, masters had emerged in great numbers.

The man in the black stand-collar outfit also sized up Ryan Carter and William Thompson, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile of interest, as if he too was somewhat surprised.

“Uncle.”

After Hugh Miller and Chief Reed finished their handshake and greetings, Olivia Harris finally stepped forward to greet Hugh Miller.

Although Olivia Harris was fearless by nature, always bold and uninhibited since childhood, showing her girlish temper to the fullest, she maintained a certain respect and awe for this uncle.

“Wushuang...”

Hugh Miller smiled, reaching out to ruffle Olivia Harris's short hair.

Olivia Harris looked helpless.

No matter when, in her uncle's eyes, she would probably always be a child.

Hugh Miller glanced at Olivia Harris's face and frowned, saying, “Wushuang, how long has it been since you rested? Look how haggard you are... Mr. Reed, this won't do.”

In fact, he was about the same age as Chief Reed, and calling him Mr. Reed was just a way to show respect.

Chief Reed grinned, a bit embarrassed, and said, “Mr. Miller, you can't blame me for this. Wushuang is your niece, and you know her personality. Last night, to catch a few fugitives, she staked out Maotou Village until late at night. I told her to go home and rest, but she said she'd just nap in the duty room... You know, we're short-staffed now. The public security system is tough—no money, no positions, hard to recruit people.”

Strictly speaking, Chief Reed was leaking information, but judging by his natural demeanor, he didn't realize it at all.