"Even if I'm no longer the Director of the Public Security Bureau, I'm still the Deputy County Magistrate, a city-level official. Which of you dares to touch me?"
Dallon Lewis remained arrogant.
Dirk Carter, however, no longer wanted to bother with him.
He turned around and left the office.
The same thing.
Was playing out all over Helios County.
Especially among those from the Talon Group.
Before they realized what was happening, they had already been detained.
No one had expected.
That on this seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary day.
Helios County was undergoing a dramatic upheaval.
An unprecedented upheaval.
Behind Brett Summers' funeral hall.
Garrison Summers had finally let loose.
He gave a satisfied slap on the woman's rear.
After the woman stood up.
She said to him in a coy voice, "Garrison, you're really something. I almost died."
"Who's better, that old man or me?"
Garrison Summers asked while putting on his pants.
