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Eighto' clock in the morning, Seoul Police Department office.

Zhao Yu, Li Zhenzhu, Masako Yangshan, and a group of police detectives were sitting opposite each other. Everyone's face was pale, and it was as if they were wearing Sun Wukong's curse on their heads.

"Well," Zhao Yu said,"what I was most worried about still happened! However, I didn't expect...That this strike would go so far!"

"How did this happen?" Li Zhenzhu crossed her arms, her face full of disbelief."Matsumoto Yumo has already ... Already confessed. Why ... Why are there still black-eyed assassins outside?"

"Who is this person?

"Why didn't Matsumoto yozuki say anything?"

"Hu ..." Zhao Yu took a deep breath and said,"originally, I wanted to take a plane back immediately, but on second thought, the cause of the incident is still in Seoul so I handed the case over to my colleagues!"