Zhao Hong held his cell phone quite far from his head, yet even so, the MPD Chief's roar was unmistakably clear; it seemed the Chief was at the point of wanting to devour Zhao Hong's heart.
"Can you give me a straight answer or not?" Luo Bu'er said with a dark face: "It's all turned upside down now in Miami!"
"It has nothing to do with me, Chief, I've been honestly staying at home all the time," Zhao Hong said with a hint of grievance in his voice.
The expression on Luo Bu'er's face over the phone was horribly ugly: "Of course, I know you've been at home, but among those people are your subordinates, Zhao Hong! How do you explain that?"
"I've been at home, how would I know where my subordinates are?" Zhao Hong argued confidently.
"Are you playing dumb with me?" Luo Bu'er cursed with a black face: "Have I ever asked you for anything! I just want you to end all of this!"
