The busy footsteps of the conductors on the train drowned out the sound of the air. What was left behind along with the passing railroad tracks was the life of Mr. Houston - the unknown person three years ago who suddenly became the largest real estate tycoon in the United States. But he died here.
"Justice is never late, I will handle this case," Fair said, straightening his tie.
So the train headed for London, and also headed for the truth... The entanglement that started three years ago in Nazhuang also surfaced.
[The reasoning logic may not be correct, it is very likely to be flawed QwQ]
[The emotional part is not particularly large, this is my first time writing, so please forgive me]
Mission: Justice is never late