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With a respectful glance from the officers, Mu Fan put on his invisible earpiece, picked up his luggage, and sauntered out of the police station.
The chubby guy eating a cold dessert in an ice cream shop next to the police station inadvertently looked up, just in time to see Mu Fan walking out looking relaxed, with officers waving at him constantly; he nearly spat out his drink.
Was this a casual visit to the police station?
Just as he was about to rush out to say hello, his Sky Communication vibrated, and he looked down to see a message.
"Don't move, there's surveillance. Go back to Area A first, I'll contact you later." The message was signed: Mu Fan.
The chubby guy, who had already started to get up from his seat, stretched lazily and then sat back down again. The series of actions was so natural that it didn't draw any attention.
