Just when the officers from the Northwestern Transportation Office were about to enter the workshop where the springs were manufactured, an icy voice filled with murderous intent rang out.
"Who dares to trespass into my manufacturing bureau…?"
The next thing that followed was the terrifying sound of something slicing through the air.
The horse-faced officer who sent Zhou Yong flying had just taken a step forward, but immediately jumped backward without thinking when he heard the terrifying noise.
