Yizhou provincial order Committee, Special Operations Department office
Young master Mo Yan, who was wearing the black uniform of the order Committee, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, talking on an encrypted phone.
Young master Mo's figure was like a solid statue. He squinted his eyes as he looked out of the window at the military base, at the planes that were taking off and landing non-stop, as well as the soldiers and vehicles that were coming and going. His expression was as cold as ice, and there was an unconcealable worry between his brows. Over the phone, tu POYi's irrepressible anger could be heard.
Young master Mo Yan listened quietly. After knowing that li Yunzhou had successfully fetched tu Poshi, Fang Lingshan, and the others, he could finally relax. He knew the reason for tu Poshi's anger, and he felt the same.
