"Indeed." The Deputy Chief couldn't help but chuckle.
From outside the factory, Bryan Wright beamed with joy when he spotted the car, pointing at me he chirped, "You are done for, our commander is here!"
The car quickly drove in, and as soon as it stopped, Commander Powell, Adam Brooks, and a man with a square face walked in.
Bryan quickly stepped forward, saluted, and shouted, "Greetings to the commander!"
The square-faced man scrunched his brow slightly. He scanned the environment and asked, "What's the matter?"
In a hurry, Bryan said: "We have conducted a joint inspection with the relevant departments on this factory and found that it is full of substandard medicinal herbs!"
The Deputy Chief and Commander Powell exchanged a look, confusion flooding their eyes.
Noticing their expressions, Bryan continued, "To report to the Deputy Chief, besides the substandard herbs, the owner of this factory, Mr. Thomas, deserves a serious treatment."
