Chapter 412 This Is the So-Called Rules

In the monitoring room, the atmosphere was gloomy. On the wall, there were all the surveillance screens of every corner of the railway station, including the lobby. The staff members, who were sitting in the office just now, lowered their heads and stood nervously at the door. From time to time, they nervously looked at the bodyguards in black suits on both sides of the monitoring room. There was fear in their eyes! They were afraid of... The guns on their waists! These bodyguards in black suits were tall and strong, with straight backs and postures. They were all strictly trained guys, and under the sunglasses on their noses, there were pairs of cold eyes! The grandson of the Agnelli family in Dallas! He was the son of Lesley Newman, the president of the highest authority in Los Angeles. His father's position and qualifications firmly suppressed Reuben Newman, who had recently made