As soon as the words fell, a tall, slender young man strode confidently into the private room, followed by two burly bodyguards—one dressed in black, one in white.
"Young Master Shen."
The restaurant manager bowed and greeted the newcomer respectfully.
Jason Shen nodded arrogantly, then slowly swept his gaze over Ian Song’s group. "Didn’t you three hear me? Get out, now!"
"And why should we?" Brandon Wong sneered.
"Because my name is Jason Shen." He gave a dismissive laugh.
Hearing that name, Brandon Wong’s face changed dramatically, and even Gordon Gao’s expression shifted slightly.
"Gordon, do you know who he is?"
Ian Song picked up a bite of food and slowly asked as he ate.
Gordon Gao replied gravely, "He’s the son of Victor Shen, director of the Supervision Bureau."
The main job of the Supervision Bureau is to monitor officials, gather evidence of their crimes, and then hand the cases over to the Discipline Bureau for arrest and interrogation.
Although the Supervision Bureau doesn’t have the direct power to arrest or interrogate people, once you’re targeted by them, things rarely end well. That’s why all officials treat the Bureau’s people with serious respect.
The director of the Supervision Bureau is only a department-chief–rank official, but even the mayor gives him face—because the Bureau has the right to investigate the mayor as well.
That’s exactly why Jason Shen, as the son of the Supervision Bureau’s director, can act so arrogant in Mesa City.
After all, who doesn’t have a few little mistakes? If you offend the Supervision Bureau and they come digging for your dirt, even if you’re not removed from office, your reputation will take a serious hit.
Seeing Ian Song not only stay seated but keep eating, Jason Shen was furious. He strode forward to grab Ian’s chopsticks, shouting, “Damn! Still eating, you idiot? Didn’t you hear me tell you to get lost?”
Smack!
The chopsticks struck the back of Jason Shen’s hand. He instantly yanked his hand back with a loud cry, glancing down to see a fresh line of blood across his skin.
“You bastard, you dare hit me!”
He stared at Ian Song in utter disbelief.