Dusk was falling.
On Nanshan Road, Chu Zhengxiong leaned against a police car and exhaled a puff of smoke.
He stared at an auto repair shop called Shunda.
"Old Chu, do you really trust the information he gave you?"
Next to him was Tang Zhan, dressed in a jacket.
He also had a cigarette between his fingers and took a few drags.
But his eyes held a trace of uncertainty.
Chu Zhengxiong glanced back at him, chuckled, and tossed his cigarette butt onto the ground.
He then ground it out with the tip of his shoe.
"I don't care if the person who gave him the tip is reliable or not.
It's enough that I trust him!"
With that, Chu Zhengxiong took the lead and strode toward the repair shop.
Following behind him were Zhan Kai, Sun Lang, and a dozen or so officers from the Martial Arts Police Station.
When they reached the shop's roll-up metal door,
Chu Zhengxiong waved his hand at them.
The group quickly spread out, leaving Chu Zhengxiong alone.
BANG BANG BANG—
