"Even Shunfeng isn't as quick as your hands." Zhou Baowei said ruefully from the side.
While he was still getting excited, the suspect had already made a move. Truly, slow hands got nothing.
Feeling Zhou Baowei's frustration, Lin Li finally realized that cleaning up the Nansang Sect's culture was indeed urgent.
Yesterday someone stole takeout; today someone stole a camera. Tomorrow, would someone be stealing asses?
"Bai Bufan, should I bring you the matching charger and tripod too? Mine got stolen anyway." Lin Li smiled.
"How could I possibly accept that?" Bai Bufan held out his hand. "But if you insist on being so polite... bring them over. Consider it recycling waste."
"I heard that real recycling waste is sending internet-addicted kids to internet addiction rehab schools, only for them to get electrocuted to death and receive 1.04 million in compensation." Zhou Baowei raised his hand and said.
"That really is recycling waste."
"Hurry up, don't waste time. Here's the tape. Stick it to the wall, then hide it with some of this grass. I still need to set the bait." Skipping the middle steps, Lin Li directly instructed Bai Bufan.
Bai Bufan accepted the order and began properly setting up the action camera.
—He placed it in Zhou Baowei's hand.
Hajifan, would you rather shift the work than finish it?
Zhou Baowei raised a finger at the sight of this. Of course, it was his middle finger.
"But what did you mean by bait? How do we know whether the people on the 'surveillance footage' are stealing takeout or taking their own?" Bai Bufan confirmed this point.
"See those two takeout bags?" Lin Li gestured toward the takeout beside the milk tea.
"I see them. I was just about to complain—what idiot orders takeout this early? Wouldn't it be