"Mr. He...how do we explain this to the board of directors?" asked the special assistant.
Jason He narrowed his eyes, a hint of impatience rose in his dark eyes, and he opened his thin lips slightly: "Don't worry about it."
The special assistant wiped the cold sweat from his nose and nodded repeatedly, not daring to say anything else.
Inside the police station.
The few people who had escaped before were now sitting in the interrogation room dejectedly, with dejected looks on their faces.
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