Chapter 1705 Mr. Bush, Why Is It You?

• Watching a string of cars rolling in from not far away, both the middle‑aged man and An Shao couldn’t help curling their lips into smug grins, their eyes full of mockery as they stared toward Gale Bush. But what seriously pissed them off was that once those Law Enforcement Bureau cars pulled up, Gale didn’t panic at all. Not even a flicker.
• The middle‑aged man stopped bothering with Gale’s calm face and strode forward.
• He saw a man in an official cap step down from one of the cars. He smiled, reached out, and shook his hand. “Deputy Director Park, finally!”