The bright sunlight shone on towering buildings reflecting its brilliance.
A row of SUVs lined up on the broad street, each simply painted with the abbreviated logo of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Figures in suits were being escorted into the SUVs by gun-toting FBI agents.
The security personnel from Note Intelligence made efforts to set up a perimeter, blocking the view from outside, but the more they did, the larger the crowd gathered around the streets became.
The thronging crowds gazed at the impeccably dressed figures being 'escorted' onto the SUVs.
Some were confused, some doubtful, but even more were excitedly lifting their wristbands to live stream and take pictures on the scene.
The middle-aged man with brown hair glanced at the crowd that had already formed around the perimeter, his face ashen. He looked up, seemingly about to angrily reprimand He Ao standing before him.
