But Sun Xiang only dared complain to himself.
Even as a live-in son-in-law from a prominent family, he wouldn't dare talk back to his superior.
After all, it could affect his career.
"Director, the crowd's getting bigger. We can start picking pockets," the officer filming reminded him.
Ma Chang straightened his expression. "Watch your wording. When the police do it, it's not called stealing. It's called a reminder."
"Right. A reminder."
Ma Chang raised a finger to his lips and crept forward with small steps.
His hand slipped quickly into a man's pocket and gave it a gentle twist. A phone emerged.
"Director, you're amazing!"
"Director, you're so fast!"
"The Director's a master thief!"
Hey, are you buttering him up?
He's slandering me!
A group of officers immediately started showering him with praise.
This made Sun Xiang even angrier. Those compliments should have gone to him, the team leader.
The old man buying pig trotters turned pale. "Holy crap, where's my phone?
"That damned woman still has her eye on my phone. Damn it!"
The Director smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder. "Sir, your—"
"I'll confess to everything!"
"Your phone..."
The old man's hands flew up to cover his head, leaving Ma Chang utterly bewildered.
Could stealing a phone really unlock bonus loot?
The Director's heart leaped with joy. He immediately put on a stern face. "Tell us quickly. What did you do? Confess and you'll be treated leniently. Resist and you'll be dealt with harshly."
"That last time at the massage parlor really wasn't my fault. The roast chicken smelled so good...I couldn't help myself."
The Director: "..."
Damn. I thought this would earn me a Second-Class Merit!
Still, the Director didn't intend to let him off. He quickly contacted the man's family to come bail