The reporting style of Jidong District can be said to be one of the characteristics of reports related to horse racing girls, and it must be tasted.

The truth is not far from the truth.

As the defender of the event charter and the implementation of rules, the URA Association often finds itself in hostile situations with racing girls, trainers, and even fans.

Because this is Jiemen District.

Although this seemed a bit suspicious, he did feel a gaze focused on him just now.

Not to mention that this is the birthplace of Jockey Girl culture, Jiemen District.

"Hello? The prison visit is over?"

I just wanted to think so, but in fact Omo just said this quietly:

"Investing power in the investigation will always save a lot of trouble. I can only say this."

This is not difficult, after all, the other person is almost a grown-up version of the teahouse, and he just accepted the coffee from the teahouse an hour ago.

Putting aside these conditions that had nothing to do with the incident itself, he was standing at the gate of the prison, sliding his finger across the terminal to wake up the peaceful number on that Sunday, and then looked up at the sky.

He also appears as a specialist.

This kind of power is rare, it can even be said to be quite rare.

Omer spoke plausibly, and then spoke in a calmer voice, saying: "It's just right now, so can I adjust the order?"

This is the room closest to freedom, so close that there is only a two-inch thick wall between them.

The metal of the viewing window had not yet been activated, and from the moment she stepped into the room, the young man was observing her.

With his violent temper on a dark Sunday, seeing that the guy who kidnapped his girl was still looking good in prison, he had to test the quality of this isolation board.

Then he turned his head with some confusion and looked at the sparsely populated street.

The irritable black horse girl only asked Omer to temporarily take over the work of other subordinates.

"...I'll do it as soon as possible."

After wiping his face, Omo's expression turned melancholy, and he walked quickly towards the parking lot.

Then he added to the light screen that had not hung up the call yet:

"As soon as possible."

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