"Main? How did you appear here!!"
Carlos stared in disbelief, his eyes wide open. In the next second, he suddenly stood up to lunge forward, but the two escorting policemen beside him pressed down on his shoulders, rendering any resistance futile.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging at the corners, filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, like a wounded beast glaring at Main.
"Oh, my dear Deputy Minister, please don't look at me like that. I'm here to help you!"
"Help me?"
Upon hearing the last few words, Carlos instantly calmed down and skeptically asked, "How can you help me? You've caused me such trouble, the President won't spare me!"
"I have a way. Wait till we get to the place, and you'll know!"
Main did not directly answer him but left behind a mysterious smile.
For a moment, Carlos's mind started racing.
As the Deputy Director of the Intelligence Bureau, for Main to be on this Federal Police Station's transport vehicle was problematic in itself.
