Facing such national conditions in Mexico, Nitel could only excitedly withdraw his team, but what he hadn't expected was the news he received three days later.
Not only were the port officials left unprocessed, but even the gang members they had caught were released by the police, and all the confiscated Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid had vanished without a trace.
"The gang members escaped? A fire broke out in the police warehouse, and the confiscated Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid was burned? Are they treating me like a three-year-old child?"
In the office building in Mo City, Mikael Canto looked at the explanations given by the police, almost laughing in anger.
"Nitel, do your country's officials have any bottom line at all?"
"This..."
Nitel was extremely embarrassed; he couldn't outright tell Mikael Canto that the bottom line of officials in his country was that there was no limit—as long as it could make them money, they would dare to do what you could only dare to imagine.
