"Alright, line up now and hand over your ID. Then go back and wait to be dealt with. The leader goes to the car!"
Wang Yumin stared at Zhang Qian, speaking with a smile.
Zhang Qian looked at Wang Yumin, who was fixated on him, knowing he'd been targeted.
He resignedly stepped out of the crowd and climbed into what seemed to him like the cavernous trunk of a minivan...
Soon after, Wang Yumin's subordinates tossed Liu Kun, Captain Zhang, and Wang Yuhui into the trunk as well.
Then, a few of them drove to the entrance of a night market street.
It's not even eleven yet, the perfect time for a late-night snack.
The night market was quite crowded with people sitting at various stalls, ordering a bowl of food, enjoying a few skewers, and sipping on beer, savoring the moment.
Wang Yumin then asked Wang Yihan and Ye Chen to get out of the car, and turned back to instruct his mates, "Take care of them properly. I've got some things to attend to. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Captain!"
