C135 Bureau

At the Sky Dragon Club.

Xiao Hu put down the phone with an extremely gloomy expression.

Liu Mingcheng drank his tea calmly. He raised his head to look at Xiao Hu and asked, "What is it?"

Xiao Hu coldly snorted, "A small bureau chief actually dares to report us to the Supervisory Bureau. Who gave him the guts?" Fortunately