"Merlin Avenue No.25?"
Three days later.
Outside the main gate of Zhong Shenxiu's residence, a steam sedan suddenly stopped.
In an era where everyone traveled by horse-drawn carriage, this scene was quite eye-catching.
Even though the entire block was still immersed in the sorrow of the chemical factory explosion, many people were still looking at this line of cars.
The black metal car door opened, and a forty-something man with a hooked nose stepped down from the sedan, politely pressing the doorbell.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?"
A maid looked at the visitor questioningly—a man in a black suit, with a resolute face, and most importantly, an air of superiority that made her feel somewhat inferior and afraid.
"I am Lorgen Bog, I had an appointment through Gross."
Lorgen pulled out a black badge representing a federal agent.
Seeing the golden emblem of the Federation, the maid shivered, quickly bowed, and opened the front door.
