"No, no, no. I'm just enforcing the law impartially and maintaining the public security of the city."
Standing in front of Turner, Melanie clamped her legs and gasped for breath, "Do you need me to tell you the consequences of breaking the rules of the base city?"
Behind the sunglasses, Turner stared at her coldly without any emotion,
"No need. I'll go with you."
"Well, very good."
Melanie was happy. She liked the way he was angry but could do nothing to her.
"Then come with me."
After saying that, she led Turner around three streets and came to a rectangular mud house that was many times larger than the area of other houses.
There were several words carved on it.
Temporary custody office.
Obviously, Melanie was quite familiar with this place. She pushed the door open and walked in directly.
Inside the house.
On the left was a wooden table and sofa, and on the right was a small room with windows.
Women's groans came from the small room.