The police chief's office

clicked and the door slowly opened, bringing a faint fragrance of tea and curling smoke.

Hot water was burning, smoke was circling the room, hidden, and Homer saw a figure sitting on the sofa.

The man was holding a crutch, and even in the haze, the eagle-eyed crutches shone brilliantly.

This gloss, very familiar, Huo Miao fused all over the air field, all around the air has become a sword, cold sharp and destructive.

Director Lin, who was following Huo Miao, looked at them rather helplessly. Huo Miao stood at the door, and he could not enter.

He dared not ask the people inside to wait....