"Since that's the case, why are we still sending people to surveil that hardware store?"
"Don't forget Hong Lian was also involved over a decade ago. I can't overlook any possibilities." Xiao Lin played with the lighter, suddenly realizing something. "By the way, investigate that Director Zhao. I have a feeling he's not as simple as he seems."
Another police car sped by, its flashing lights brightening briefly. Xiao Lin once again walked to the window, where the distant lights illuminated half the sky. "That should be the police station we passed earlier."
Director Zhao had just opened a bottle of alcohol and some dishes on his desk, planning to enjoy a drink on such a rainy night when he received a call. He hadn't even had a chance to lift the glass before setting it down, grabbing a few young colleagues from the dormitory, and rushing to Anfa.
