The reception room of the outpost.
Yi Chuan, who came from Embassy Street, finally caught Chu Guang, who had just come out of the shelter, and opened the door to the mountain path as soon as he saw him.
"McLaren is in your hand?"
Chu Guang stared at him and nodded.
"Yes."
Yi Chuan is slightly stunned.
He thought that Chu Guang would excuse himself or pretend not to know, but unexpectedly he admitted it directly.
Seeing that the guy didn't speak for a long time, Chu Guang politely asked him, although he guessed what he might want to say.
"What's the problem?"
Come back