Lin Muan was **** and taken out of the police school, and was sent to a car. Two practitioners sat on his left and right sides, making him completely unable to move.
“Master, I’m sorry.”
“Always tell me where to take me now?”
“You will know when you go.” The other party did not intend to give Lin Muan a chance to react, nor did he give Lin Muan any psychological preparation.
The car drove all the way, and soon came to the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Lin Muan saw at once, and he understood a little bit in his heart. The old man could be regarded as a king.
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