The Patrol Bureau squads were not a monolith. Some had decent relationships, while others had conflicts and grudges.
For instance, the Second Squad the other party had mentioned did not get along with them.
Especially that Second Squad captain, Ruan Hui, who seemed to have some history with Yang Wangtao.
During their idle chat, Chen Xiao did most of the talking while Lu Chao listened quietly.
At some point, seemingly recalling something, Chen Xiao set down his meal box, took a sip of water, and said, "Oh, right. I almost forgot."
"That missing persons case you asked me about last time seems to have made progress these past two days."
Inside a dark secret room.
The stench of sweat and urine mingled together, hanging heavily in every corner.
A few slivers of sunlight barely filtered through the barred window. More than twenty figures could be seen with numb expressions, their hands and feet bound with coarse hemp rope as they curled up on the cold floor.
Several shadows appeared beneath the crack of the tightly shut iron door. Footsteps drew closer, followed gradually by voices.
"Have all the tails been dealt with?"
"Boss, rest assured. Everything has gone according to your plan."
"Mm."
The hoarse voice sounded somewhat aged.
Looking over, the iron door opened, and the hooded, black-robed, masked figure appeared once more.
As though disgusted by the smell, he took out a white silk handkerchief and covered his nose. His only exposed eyes swept across the room twice, as if inspecting merchandise.
"That'll do."
He waved a hand. "Things are too tense lately. Lie low for a while according to the plan, then continue after some time."
"Yes, Boss."
The middle-aged man following behind him hurriedly bowed in acknowledgment. Not daring to show the slightest negligence, he