Chapter 333 Call records.

The next day, the news about "The former judge lingered in the nightclub. Medical parole may be a deceit" swept across Chicago.

Tyrone Raman was sitting at his desk with silence, and there was a heavy tiredness on his face.

Before the computer screen went dark, the old man surrounded by hot dancing beauty in the center of the news section looked particularly eye-catching.

"The taking lens is far away, but the angle is very good. Nowadays, there is a lot of public...