C220 Just who are you?

Who the hell are you?

As he smoked and joked, time passed quickly. It was time for the interrogation! I heaved a sigh of relief and entered the room with Dong Xiaobei. Dong Xiaobei was holding a laptop, as well as a record book, a pen, and of course an imprint box. I acted as the superior, as he was a subordinate, as my epaulettes were all right.

The door opened, and the light shone