The next day, at 10 am, outside the courtyard of a seaside villa in the western suburbs of Hailan city.
"Yes," Zhao Yu said to Miao Ying over the phone as he sat in the driver's seat of a police car. "Don't worry about the leaders, just take care of them. You know me, I really don't want to deal with them!"
"I, great detective Zhao, am such a famous person, I have to put on airs! Mayor, Governor, and so on, let them line up first!"
"Alright, I really have to take my hat off to you!" Miao Ying said helplessly,"maybe I'm also quite sick. Why do I like your arrogant and shameless look? AI!"
With a sigh, miss Miao hung up the phone.
Putting his phone in his pocket, Zhao Yu didn't rush to get out of the car, but picked up a glass of coke and took a few sips. In his heart, he was still reminiscing about the 300 rounds of battle last night. He felt that it was not enough, and the memories were endless ...
