In the evening, the nephew of the FBI director contacted Lynch.

He asked Lynch to meet, and soon the two met at the agreed place, a restaurant with a small family but not cheap.

He sat at one table, Lynch sat at another table, and there was a non-soundproof screen between them.

Lynch ordered something casually, and the two ate their own food. When the food was about the same, the nephew of the chief director said in a voice that only the two of them could hear—

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