"Bang!"

There was a loud voice, an ashtray splitting on the ground, and everyone next to it lowered their heads and looked nervously at the person who was losing his temper.

"You can't do a little thing well. Don't you make evidence? Why did Tang Wanguo come out so soon?"

The gray-haired middle-aged man at the back of the table took a cigar and smoked, looking angrily at the crowd in front of him.

"Hua... Zhou Hua's ghost, he found a group of reporters, the police there under pressure, can only release people.

"Yes, Zhou Hua is too shady."

"We didn't think about it this time."

"Bang!"

The silver-haired middle-aged...