Xu Shuo and his companion were locked in an office within the city hall.
Probably because there were no jail cells here.
The office was quite spacious, with a dominant silvery-white color scheme, but apart from the monotonous sofa and the desk and chairs, there was nothing else.
Very minimalist.
Minimalist to the point of seeming a bit perfunctory.
Xu Shuo approached the desk and tentatively pressed the port projection device on the desktop.
Predictably, there was no reaction.
The silvery-white walls of the office were opaque, and there was no place to open a window, so after surveying the room, Xu Shuo sat on the sofa, absorbed in thought.
He had been escorted all the way here.
Besides those two assistants, he hadn't seen anyone else in this building.
Moreover...
After they left Wushan Port.
It also seemed rare to see people moving outside.
