C698 Zhao Xiangchen's Traces

Zhao Feng couldn't suppress this thought as soon as it appeared in his mind. He walked into the Law Enforcement Hall through the door.

The moment he walked in, Zhao Feng frowned. Perhaps it was because no one came here all year round, but the place was old and worn-out, and the stale air made people feel more or less uncomfortable.

Spiderweb, mice, they could be seen everywhere