If you had said something earlier, they wouldn’t have filmed those silly videos, going out every day to give speeches, either holding a pot of marijuana or carrying piles of fake props...
Look at the words spoken by criminals, how insightful they are!
They need to create stars, attract fans! They need both young and old to chase them, to willingly follow in their footsteps.
Chen Minli is really a promising talent.
With this thought, his gaze filled with appreciation, capturing the meticulous Chen Minli with a burst of vigor.
"I say, let’s not keep putting up with this, the matter of creating stars only gets more intense, no one just splashes a little then quits!"
Isn’t the entertainment industry ?
They put so much effort into drug enforcement, who knows how long they searched to find these few scattered clients, piling everything onto this girl, proving their determination!
Chen Minli looked around, full of vigor.
He was neither high nor low in the organization, never getting much attention, but now obviously receiving a different look from Brother Wolf, showing his intent more clearly.
"Since they are so determined, retreating will only create more momentum for them, leaving us less room for mercy! Brothers, the opportunities to make money are running away."
"So, I think we should take advantage of this time and strike hard— isn’t it about creating stars? Let’s find that girl’s relatives and friends and give them a real blow!"
For so many years the drug enforcement forces hid their identities, afraid of retaliation against their families, yet now they’ve made such a big splash, how much has been shared online?
Strike hard, let the officials know that this group, once pushed, can do anything.
Tan Lang says nothing.
He thinks— a bunch of idiots.
Once you’re on drugs, you can do anything because your brain is fried, and you’re going to make a big move here?
Who the hell will just sit and watch you do your thing? Is their police system eating for free?
If you really want to do it, it’s doable. All her real information is hidden, and whoever finds it might even make the country take a different look, giving them a chance to redeem themselves through merit.
Besides, their bureau has already made up its mind, no matter what, they’re determined to uproot them completely, do they fear them?
Chu Fa Da had many thoughts.
But on the surface, Tan Lang seemed even more appreciative, at this moment even clapping his hands.
Chen Minli was dizzy with pride.
He looked proudly around, feeling his chance to climb up was soon approaching, unintentionally meeting a pair of eyes outside the window.
He shouted, then rushed outside, hearing a crash and a man’s low cry.
With lightning speed, Chen Minli successfully dragged someone inside.
"Brother Wolf," he said with a sinister triumph, his gaze roaming over the old, skinny figure in his grasp. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NovєlFіre.net
"We almost forgot this rundown site still has a gatekeeper!"
Looking around again, there was quite a bit of smoke in the air, and the information exposed by their words was enough.
The old man in his grip was trembling, too scared to speak, still clothed in an old jacket, seemingly sensing his fate, begged frantically:
"Let me go, let me go, gentlemen, I heard nothing, I was just late returning from collecting bottles..."
The crowd turned their heads, only then noticing the pile of trash in the corner.
Tan Lang sighed inwardly— he had noticed earlier, but why did it make a sound?
"Brother Wolf," Chen Minli looked at him: "How do we deal with this old guy?"
He wanted to make a bold move to show off his ability in front of Brother Wolf, while also showing that he was obedient.
Tan Lang moved his wrist expressionlessly.
"I didn’t want to take action tonight, it’s not the best time anyway..."
There were scattered responses from within the crowd, feeling a bit ashamed at their hideout being seen, speaking lowly with a mix of embarrassment and relief that the person hadn’t escaped.
Tan Lang raised his head, leisurely scanning the surroundings.
"But unfortunately for you all, someone happened to overhear."
The crowd was a bit confused— Wasn’t this phrased wrong?
It was obviously the old man who was unlucky, caught by them.