Makely looked at the phone without even lifting her eyelids.
Makely continued to chant, but this time her voice was not as loud.
She pursed her lips and smiled.
"Sorry, Mr. Zhang Beixing really doesn't have the documents you want."
Upon hearing this answer, the dark-skinned train officer's eyes lit up, as if he had heard some fantastic news.
"Hahaha, without them, you're still acting so arrogant with me."
He picked up the walkie-talkie pinned to his body and immediately began calling his companions.
"Owen, Hill, you two come over here quickly."
"There's two… no, one undocumented person who snuck in, and another accomplice. I need to take them down and send them to the next station's police department, come help me, I'm short on handcuffs."
Makely watched his performance with great interest.
Then she slightly parted her rosy lips and once again picked up her phone to softly mumble.
"Great Xia Ninth Bureau Minister, Zhang Beixing."
