C150 Lingling

Putting down the phone, the big bloke sat back down on the sofa unhappily. He lit another cigarette and complained to me,

"This damn police is going to become their personal guards soon …"

I looked at the big bloke in confusion. I didn't understand what he meant. But I didn't have the nerve to ask. After all, this was an internal matter of theirs. The less I know, the better