Chapter 642

• This was already the lightest punishment. If it weren't for the fact that today they were only chasing a few small fries, Frank Holt would not have let him off so easily.
• Harold Brandt came to the medical room holding his chest, and Sheng Xiandian couldn't help but laugh at his appearance, "Oh, isn't this our Deputy Chief Jiang? How did you get beaten up like this?"
• "Stop talking nonsense, check to see if my ribs are broken. I'm in so much pain." Harold Brandt groaned as he lay on the hospital bed, urging Sheng Xiandian to examine him.