Friends from Anchorage WPG! An Wuyang's Trust? Johnson Pharmaceuticals' Fantasy Time!

The interest groups in Koria's Taebaek Mountains were no reasonable charitable organizations!

If they had evidence, they would not mind using legitimate legal channels to resolve the issue.

But if the evidence was insufficient, they would not mind using methods outside the rules either.

After all, the attackers had already used methods outside the rules. Their counterattack now was also within what the rules permitted.

After An Wuyang finished speaking with Musk, someone knocked on his office door.

"Come in," An Wuyang replied.

The office door opened, and Duan Zhiqiang walked in.

"President An, two foreigners are outside the headquarters gate looking for you. They said they are here about Anchorage, Alaska," Duan Zhiqiang reported.

Anchorage?

An Wuyang immediately thought of the Larsen Family.

"Bring them here," An Wuyang ordered.

"Understood." Duan Zhiqiang immediately picked up his walkie-talkie and relayed An Wuyang's order.

A short while later, two middle-aged white men were brought into An Wuyang's office. They were Aaron Henry and Rudolf Harkinson from the Anchorage Police Department's Homicide Squad.

An Wuyang looked at the two men and spoke first in English. "Hello. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, sir. I'm Aaron Henry from Anchorage. This is my colleague, Rudolf Harkinson. We are your friends," Aaron Henry introduced himself, using his real name.

"Then, my friends, what can I do for you?" An Wuyang asked.

Aaron Henry took out his phone and prepared to hand it to An Wuyang, but An Wuyang did not take it personally. Duan Zhiqiang accepted it first and inspected it.

Liang Pei handed An Wuyang a pair of medical-grade silicone surgical gloves from the side, preventing him from directly touching the phone.

Duan Zhiqiang examined the phone thoroughly, even using tools to disassemble it and inspect its internal components for modifications.

An Wuyang