Late at night, the streets of Otton were sparsely populated after 10 o'clock, and there were no cars in the streets except those pulling earthworks.

But at the entrance of the new real estate, a car came by, a car stopped at the entrance, and a serious-looking man and woman got out of the car.

Quito sat in his office and looked at the people in front of him. His face was very cold. "I don't care what you do, you have to find me evidence, or the boss will be in danger."

"Understand!"

The neat voice, all of you present are four elites, who have been in Otton for...