C685 Murder Is Not a Small Matter

When they were almost to the sports field, Inoue suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wu Sann contacted him and never sent a text message. Today was the first time. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered the speed of the car and called Wu Sann.

Yang Xuan, who was waiting at the sports field, frowned when he saw his phone ring. It seemed like Inoue must have sensed something