Luo An had doubts, but still gave a brief overview of the interrogation record.
After listening to Luo An's description, Mr. Clement slowly closed his eyes, falling silent.
In the distant villa, a few trace examination agents were entering the property searching for clues; several FBI agents were escorting Thomas into an ambulance, preparing to head to the hospital;
Mr. Clement's secretary was coordinating the scene, appearing quite busy, but after observing for a few seconds it was unclear exactly what kept him so occupied, as if busy for the sake of being busy.
Only two people were in the car, Mr. Clement sitting in the back seat deep in thought with his eyes closed, while Luo An, seated in the driver's seat feeling somewhat bored, started to think about how he would rest after the case concluded.
As time ticked by, moment by moment, and the trace examination agents had all left, Mr. Clement suddenly spoke:
"Luo An, who do you think owns this federal nation?"
