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"Over there." Tang Beiyao lowered his voice and pointed in a certain direction.

Qiao Mu followed his gaze —

About a dozen meters away, Officer Zhao was squatting there, as if bending his body and retching. Beside him stood a subordinate, who held a bottle of mineral water for Officer Zhao to rinse his mouth with.

"He's not feeling well?" Qiao Mu frowned.

He was clearly fine just now …

"Yes