C643 The Police of the Pacific

The toasts gradually stopped.

It was as if a silencer had walked over from the main entrance of the banquet. Everywhere it went was silent.

Other than silence, there were also some faint sounds of flattery. Not much, but it was full of caution and flattery.

Wanwan vaguely heard the words "Mr Fu."

Sure enough, not long after, she saw a man wearing a silver-gray handmade suit walk in