All Hands Mobilized

Li Zhaowen adjusted his glasses and said, "Xiaoxiao, listen to yourself. Isn't this exactly what we do? If everyone went home for the New Year, what would happen to the criminals?"

Fang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him. "I was just saying. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

Li Zhaowen smiled and said nothing more.

The car continued onward, leaving Xingjing, entering the highway, and heading toward that remote little county.

On New Year's Eve, the little county was filled with the crackle of firecrackers and the sound of laughter.

Xu Wuyi, with Fang Xiaoxiao and Li Zhaowen in tow, found Zheng Hai in an inconspicuous little inn.

Zheng Hai had been drinking alone in his room. Several small dishes sat on the table, and more than half the bottle of baijiu was already gone.

When he saw someone push the door open, he froze for a moment, then recognized the masked man walking at the front.

His face instantly turned deathly pale.

The wineglass slipped from his hand, hit the floor, and shattered into pieces.

Xu Wuyi walked up to him, took out the arrest warrant, and placed it on the table.

"Zheng Hai, you are suspected of participating in the smuggling of military supplies and colluding with foreign forces. You are hereby placed under arrest in accordance with the law."

Zheng Hai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

Fang Xiaoxiao stepped forward and cuffed his wrists.

Zheng Hai lowered his head to look at the handcuffs, then raised his head to Xu Wuyi and said with a bitter smile, "I knew this day would come sooner or later. I just didn't expect it to come so soon."

Xu Wuyi did not answer. He simply escorted him out of the room.

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