A few streets away from the sanatorium, inside an engineering truck.
A group of men and women dressed as maintenance workers are closing their eyes and resting.
The next second, they open their eyes and look at Yang Dong in the last row.
Yang Dong also opens his eyes, sighing in his heart: What a pity, what a pity.
So close, just a little bit closer, and he could have caught that guy and given him a beating!
Although he had said, 'If you have any problems, just mention my name,' that was just a polite gesture.
Damn it!
I, a grown man, can only drink water through a straw. Damn!
But now is not the time to talk about this. Yang Dong still has official business to attend to.
"Immediately track the puppet master! Now that his combat power has been greatly reduced, he can't even move. Catch him, this train is about to arrive at the station. Don't let him escape!"