In the office of the Special Agents Division, the windows are bright and the air is filled with a faint smell of grass.
There were only two people in the room. Neither Blake Jing nor Zangtian brought extra guards.
The former is not necessary, and the latter is useless if you bring it with you. It is better to be more relaxed and not give the other party the impression of being wary.
Blake Jing crossed his hands on his thighs and looked at the man in front of him with a warm smile.
His posture was quite elegant and calm, as if he was not facing a senior government official.
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