C941 External intervention

Bo En sat in front of his computer, holding onto a cigarette. The cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out, and the ashtray beside him was already filled with cigarette butts.

"Something doesn't seem right …" he muttered again, licking his dry lips with his tongue.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Something is definitely wrong."

It had been four days.

After the press conference that day