Time seemed to slip away unnoticed.
Chu Dazhuang sat inside the car, and finally, Wu Ming got off the car, walked to the front, gently opened the car door, and sat down.
"What happened, big brother?"
As soon as he entered the car, Wu Ming began to ask impatiently.
"I was about to do as you said during the meeting, but even before I could speak, why was I not allowed to?"
Wu Ming said, frowning and looking at Chu Dazhuang with confusion.
Listening to Wu Ming's words, Chu Dazhuang thought for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"At first, I indeed wanted you to do that, but, let me show you something."
After saying that, Chu Dazhuang took out his phone and sent some pictures to Wu Ming.
These were the case files that Chu Dazhuang had just photographed.
Wu Ming paused, a bit perplexed by Chu Dazhuang's move, but after thinking it over, he still decided to take out his phone and start looking.
"The 825 heinous murder case?"
