Today, Sin City received an unexpected group of visitors. Underneath their uniforms were stern expressions. Xiao Lin sat behind his office desk, silently facing the officer holding a search warrant, which made the officer feel awkward.
They were neither police nor from the market regulation department. Holding a stamped paper seemed a bit farcical. Xiao Lin naturally didn't intend to be courteous, but upon seeing the seal on the paper, he accepted the search warrant.
"Where do you plan to start? Everyone here operates legally. If you don't have solid evidence, I suppose you won't be able to afford the compensation claims." Xiao Lin glanced at the reason on the search warrant and smiled. Nothing better to frame someone with than hiding firearms. What is Quan Mingyuan thinking?
"The sixth floor!" The enforcement officer replied bluntly, not bothered by Xiao Lin's threat.
