"Hmph, you think that's all? I'm telling you, they aren't just watching the unions."
The tall one rolled his eyes, biting into the crust of his bread, muttering, "What else could they be doing? Don't tell me they're chasing thieves, that's our job."
The short one glanced around, then lowered his voice, "The other night while I was on patrol, I saw people from the Intelligence Bureau sneak into..."
Before he could finish, the tall one interrupted, "A brothel. You think I didn't know? They go to those places all the time to stake out."
The short one snapped, "Bullshit! I saw him sneak into Yellow Chrysanthemum Street."
The tall one was about to stuff the bread into his mouth, but upon hearing those words, he jerked and nearly dropped half the bread on the ground.
He quickly covered his companion's mouth, his eyes wide with alarm, "Yellow Chrysanthemum Street? You better not talk nonsense! If this gets out...you'll be in big trouble."
