Chapter 173: Flower King, Zhou, King of Hell

The rain was relentless.

The wind, carrying a hint of moisture, blew in from the open window.

Zhou Ping'an glanced at his phone; it was already eight o'clock.

The living room table held the breakfast that his sister had bought—soft buns and warm, thin porridge, both perfect for swallowing.

Day five in the modern world.

So ordinary and fulfilling.

Even a rainy day could feel cozy and tranquil.

While having breakfast, he looked around the empty villa and felt an indescribable laziness and comfort engulf his whole body.

'I can finally catch my breath...'

Now promoted to inspector, he no longer needed to rush to clock in at the Police Security Bureau every day. Being the boss of the Third Group, he could arrange his schedule as he pleased with just any excuse...

This job was starting to be a bit fun.

That's why everyone wants to be the boss.

Rules are made by oneself, do whatever one wants...

And occasionally get to nag subordinates a bit.