Night fell.
The Star-Spangled Banner also dimmed.
DEA San Diego Branch.
The T-bone steak had long been devoured, and now, there were a few paper boxes.
Zhou Mo Sen still sat in his single room, seemingly without any dissatisfaction with this place.
But upon seeing these paper boxes, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.
"Hey hey Hank, Panda Express?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
Captain Hank was quite surprised.
Zhou Mo Sen hadn't just had steak, right, so at night, he can't keep having steak.
Time to change the taste.
Zhou Mo Sen very naturally made his request, Chinese food.
This request... Generally, anyone summoned wouldn't dare to be like this.
But isn't this our Dr. Zhou after all!
Captain Hank agreed with a smile, and in fact, he even bought himself a portion.
The previous steak was definitely paid for by Zhou Mo Sen himself; he even told Hank that he could treat everyone at the DEA.
