The patrol officers were actually quite helpless. Before they came, they had been told that this was a tax enforcement operation and that they might encounter unruly civilians.
But after coming over and learning the situation, they felt that wasn't really the case. If you hadn't hidden anything in the vehicle, what was wrong with having it inspected?
If you thought having your vehicle searched was embarrassing, why did you drive it into the courtyard in the first place?
The moment Shen heard that, he knew things were over. He shouted, "The composition of their liquor is unclear. Can't I take a few bottles out for testing?"
The four patrol officers were all stunned when they heard that—they had come to support this man, or else there would have been no need for so many of them.
But damn it... had he really taken someone else's things?
The young patrol officer moved his lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
An older patrol officer muttered, "Then you should contact the Drug Administration. Reporting it to us is useless."
The workers had long been unable to hold back after hearing Shen's words. They stepped forward, pushed people aside, and began rummaging through the vehicle. Before long, they found a full ten cases of liquor: eight cases of Three Lives Aged Liquor and two cases of Three Lives Wine.
The four patrol officers' mouths twitched. The hell? For liquor testing, he needed to haul out ten whole cases?
This was theft. Under normal circumstances, the patrol officers should have confiscated the stolen goods and dealt with Shen accordingly.
The patrol officer leading the team made a decision he would regret for many years. "This quantity... you two should negotiate it yourselves. We're willing to help mediate."
He truly had