The process was simple.
Once the operation was over, the Yuan An Group feigned retreat, handing the captive over to the Astronomical Society. Nearby officers quickly took over the site cleanup, readying their apologies before the social security bureau could arrive to flip tables and curse.
Then, the person in charge would approach with a smile to pacify the ire of the big brothers. Sorry for overlooking your feelings, Chief, but we do have a bond, after all. Can you understand my impatient intention... and so on.
But this was no longer the concern of those doing the grunt work.
Unlike the other covertly retreating Yuan An members, Liu DongLi, figuring no one would recognize him, simply changed his clothes. With a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, he sauntered down from the hotel's lavish lounge, clutching two bottles of fine alcohol. He was contemplating which scenic spot to enjoy for some leisurely time off.
