Tuesday flashed by.
Even though the Five Sons were all gathered in South Sea, each of them was very busy.
That day, Li Qiao took Song Lao Liu to South Sea Police Station.
In the office of the chief, Fei Zhihong looked at the floor plan of the exhibition hall in his hand and asked with a serious expression, "Officer Song, are you sure that Mo Jue will come?"
Song Liao, still wearing his cap, sat upright on the sofa and looked back at Fei Zhihong, saying loudly, "Not sure."
Fei Zhihong: "?"
He wanted to say something but hesitated as he glanced at Li Qiao. He had a breath caught in his chest, unable to go up or down.
What kind of maddening answer was that?
Song Liao looked around and said, "I'm not sure if he will come, but just in case, South Sea Police Station had better still arrange a squad to guard around the exhibition hall. Focus on all the entrances and exits, especially in the middle of the night, and definitely must not relax the vigilance."
