C485 Familiar Memories

Half the cops were watching the rest of the ashen men in black, the other half holding their guns tight and following.

Jiang Qiao kept holding his guns tightly and followed them. Mark was behind him.

Just as the man dragged Song Ying up the stairs, Soong Yingyi's eyes met Jiang Qiao's again.

Soong Yingyi nodded at Jiang Qiao.

Suddenly, her hand forcefully pulled the man's hand away