(Extra chapter for 150 monthly votes...)
Even Tang Changsheng, who had devoted himself to cultivating on the mountain and paid no heed to outside affairs, had vaguely heard how Fan Mingren had been basking in glory lately.
The series of sound and impressive measures Fan Mingren had taken over the Skanda Temple affair had earned him considerable credit.
He had also seized the chance to deal harshly with his defiant political rivals. His authority within the Lower River Police Department had grown enormously.
Tang Changsheng had a sense that if Ling Zheng succeeded in rising to power, Fan Mingren would become the head of the Lower River Police Department.
The way the other senior Police Superintendent followed Fan Mingren's lead said plenty!
Now Fan Mingren said gravely, "This drug called Holy Salt has replaced all kinds of older drugs thanks to its extremely low price, apparent safety, and addictive nature. It's spreading across the globe at astonishing speed.
"Lower River is no exception. Over the past two months, we've made arrests in dozens of cases involving Holy Salt... but the problem has only grown worse..."
As Fan Mingren explained the situation, he took a stack of files from his briefcase, along with all sorts of documents and slides.
Tang Changsheng flipped through them and immediately saw that they were useless. Dozens of cases might have resulted in arrests, but they had all been small fry.
He could not blame the police for incompetence. The drug had spread too quickly, replacing the old drugs and even taking over their entire distribution networks.
After a few more words with the officers, Tang Changsheng took his leave. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he called Zhang Dacheng and Zuo Xingfa in turn. "Are either of you dealing Holy Salt?"
"No! Absolutely