C1157 Magic Box
Chen Xing's shout was transmitted far away through the loudspeaker. The other side was quiet for a long time. A dog-headed soldier ran up from behind with a long distance walkie-talkie in his hand.
"You claim to be the Prime Minister of the Aohacan, do you have any evidence to prove it?"
A slightly young middle-aged male voice came from the speaker, "Your Bright Net is currently offline
