In the general manager’s office of Elite Jewelry, Bobby was still being held down by three security guards. He could not resist even if he wanted to as he would be beaten if he moved. He had no choice but to wait for his death.
This was the result of fighting with capitalists.
Weiss looked at his watch. Logically speaking, the customs inspection should be over by then. If everything went well, Thomas should be in a car, heading to the police station at this moment.
Toot. Toot. Toot!
Just as he expected, the informer at the customs called to report the situation.
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