Luo Zheng glared angrily at the departing police, panting heavily with rage. The assistant to the Consulate kept silent and also left. Soon, there were only two people left in the room. Lan Xue pulled Luo Zheng to sit down, her expression turning grim as she closed her eyes slightly, concentrating in thought.
"Is there anything wrong with the Consulate's assistant? How did you verify his identity? Why did he do nothing just now?" Luo Zheng suddenly asked in a lowered voice.
"It's impossible to confirm his true identity, but he appeared after our call, likely because he received a related call to come over. As for why he did nothing, this isn't hard to trace. With the Consulate's authority, getting us out is easy, just need a guarantee. Why didn't he do it?" Lan Xue said, her face growing even gloomier.
"Could he really have a problem?" Luo Zheng asked in disbelief. This was too unbelievable.
