"His name is Huang Hai. This man said that when he answered the reporter's question today, he would definitely c***k down on the gangster forces and clear sky in the city halfway." The doctor answered me quickly.
"Do you have his photo?" I asked urgently.
"Yes." The doctor replied and immediately brought out the person's photo from the computer.
He wore a yellow leather coat and had a slightly plump face. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. Why did he look so familiar? After thinking for a while, a thought flashed through his mind. Wasn't he the middle-aged man who had a lively conversation with Xiaolan's grandfather Mr. Xu when he ate noodles in Xiaolan's restaurant last night?
This was even more troublesome. Last night, when he opened his mouth, it was a matter of two gangs. It
