Jiang An hurriedly leaned forward and asked, "Is it the old shepherd we met at the village entrance today?"
"Yes, it's him."
The man nodded affirmatively, "He often tends sheep at the village entrance, but it's actually to keep watch for any strangers entering the village."
Jiang An's mind immediately conjured up the image of that old man — gray hair, a wrinkled face, and seemingly kind eyes. Who would have thought he harbored such malicious intentions?
Thinking back now, the subtle vigilance he noticed during their first encounter was not coincidental after all.
"Damn it!"
Mr. Qin slapped his thigh fiercely, "The main culprit was right under our noses, and we let him slip through our fingers!"
Political Commissioner Li gently pressed on his shoulder, his gaze firm: "Now is not the time for self-reproach."
"Fortunately, our operation hasn't startled the snake, and we still have a chance to bring him to justice."
