Oh my goodness!
Vice Leader of the Supreme Disciplinary Committee Inspection Team.
When he heard these words, Lance Lane's heart trembled.
Looking at the electric baton still sparking in his hand.
Lance Lane wished he could just stab himself with it.
At this moment, the officer had already opened the iron gate.
He jolted and threw the electric baton away immediately.
Then rushed out in a hurry.
It was only about ten seconds later.
Lance Lane returned again, this time holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.
"Se... Secretary General Carter, have some water..."
His voice trembled slightly, as Lance Lane raised the water bottle with both hands, handing it to Dirk Carter.
In just a phone call's time, his attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn. From this tiny detail, Dirk Carter realized he should be fine now.
"Director Lane, what does this mean? Wasn't I supposed to lick the water off the floor?"
Dirk Carter asked.
