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"Trouble?"

Zhang Jian stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and looked at Fulka.

Fulka took two steps forward, approached Zhang Jian, and lowered his voice.

"Tell me quietly."

"Did your kid tie up Aryan?"

As soon as these words came out, Suleiman, who was standing behind Zhang Jian, tensed up suddenly.

He calmly took half a step back with his right foot.

His whole body tensed up in an instant, showing a tactical posture ready to unleash force at any time.

His right hand had already subconsciously touched the handle of the gun on his lower back.

Zhang Jian noticed Suleiman's movements and gently waved his hand behind his back twice to signal him to relax.

Turning his head, Zhang Jian looked at Fulka with a normal expression and smiled lightly.

"Major, don't say this nonsense."

Zhang Jian spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"We are serious about import and export business, and we are all good people who abide by the law."

After hearing this, Fulka's face twitched slightly, and he wished he could just kick him.

"Are you talking to me about this?"

Fulka pointed at the towering walls around him, and then at Suleiman who looked at him with an unkind look.

"Abiding by the law?"

"Every one of you in the yard doesn't have a few lives in your hands?"

"Okay, don't play tricks on me here."

Fulka waved his hand irritably.

"Let's go to your office first. It's hard to talk about this outside."

Zhang Jian nodded, winked at Suleiman, turned around and led Fulka towards the factory.

After entering the office, Zhang Jian pointed to the sofa, then walked to the tea table and slowly boiled water to make tea.

"Major, try the black tea I have here. I just got the good stuff from General Alharid."

Fulka had no intention of drinking tea and sat down on the sofa.

"Zhang, don't use General Ahrid to pressure me."

"You made too much noise this time."

"The police chief just called me personally and asked me to help with the investigation."

Zhang Jian came over with two cups of tea, handed one to Fulka, and sat across from him with the other cup.

"How did the police investigation lead to the border guard camp?"

"It's not because of you!"

Fulka put the tea cup on the coffee table angrily, spilling a few drops of tea.

"Aryan was kidnapped at home. His kidnapper not only destroyed the surrounding cameras, but also made an extreme escape."

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