"Judging by your expressions, am I right? You're eager for me to leave because this is where you manufacture drugs?" Li Yan chuckled. "Looking at this small workshop, you're probably dealing with lower-grade stuff, right?"
The faces of the few people turned grim.
In a drug dealer's hideout, when an unidentified man, possibly even a cop, suddenly appears to discuss the quality and grade of merchandise, and the level of manufacturing, no one's expression would look good.
At this moment, the man who had just run downstairs quickly returned. Unaware of the developments above, he started yelling as soon as he arrived.
"Monkey's been knocked out! Damn it! He's a cop!"
This single sentence immediately caused the three people, whose expressions had already changed, to exchange glances. The one who seemed to be the leader no longer wore a smile. Sneering coldly, he said, "Since we're laying our cards on the table, you're not leaving today!"
