Michael Jett smiled and glanced at Sally next to him, "Getting shot in the shoulder won't kill you."
Because Sally was present, Luke and Michael Jett chatted briefly before leaving; their main purpose today was still Mo Shaohong.
Mo Shaohong's room was in Ward 609.
There were two FBI plainclothes guards at the door.
Michael Jett and Luke directly pushed open the ward door and walked in. Mo Shaohong lay on the hospital bed, with his hands and feet chained to prevent him from escaping.
This guy is a dangerous element; one can't be too cautious.
Luke and Michael Jett walked to the bedside, and Mo Shaohong's gaze coldly scrutinized them.
Michael Jett checked his handcuffs and joked, "Your new jewelry is beautiful, suits you well."
Mo Shaohong clenched his fists, making a crunching noise.
Michael Jett asked, "Do you know why we arrested you?"
"No, you've got the wrong person."
"Do you know Ma Jiansheng?"
"Never heard of the name."
"He's an accountant."
