Swoosh ...
There was another Thunder outside the window, and the rain poured down, making people feel a deep chill in the warm room.
"Zhao Yu." Juliet had finished her first cigarette. She opened her closet and took out a bag. A man, who was taking something out of it, said to Zhao Yu,"I think I've made it clear. As long as you solve this case, you'll know who londee's successor is!"
"I ... I'm sick, or is he sick?" Zhao Yu grinned, still feeling that Juliet's words were wrong.
"I'm not sick!" Juliet took out a box from her bag. When she opened it, she saw a syringe filled with medicine.
Next, she walked to the unconscious middle-aged man and injected the liquid into his body.
Although Juliet didn't explain, Zhao Yu could tell that it must have been some kind of sedative. Juliet was worried that the man would wake up again and interrupt their conversation.