This is the Public Security Bureau, the armed group, the safest place in the city, and yet a wild folk Apostle dares to make trouble here.
It's tantamount to looking for death!
He stood up abruptly, making quite a noise, attracting the sideways glances of his colleagues in the meeting room.
Lu Weidong was about to report to Wang Zong what he had just seen.
Suddenly, the sky outside changed dramatically!
The strong wind was howling, filling the sky with sand. The city's neon-lit night sky suddenly became gloomy and hazy.
The gusting wind was carrying sand and gravel, hitting the glass windows with crackling sounds.
All the people in the meeting room were captivated by this sudden spectacle.
"Wencheng isn't like Yunjing. How could a sandstorm suddenly arise?"
"Exactly! The last typhoon just left... It would make sense if it brought some fish, but where did this sand come from?"