As Jiang Yue listened to everyone taking turns singing her praises, she secretly basked in their flattery, but outwardly maintained the dignity of a Chief Constable. She waved a hand casually, cutting them off:
"Enough. Stop buttering me up. These two have been brought to justice, but according to our intelligence, there should be one more person involved in the massacre. The Black Lotus Cult operates in strange, unpredictable ways. None of us can guarantee when he might leap out and ambush us."
"Pass on my orders: tighten the cordon around the exits and search in pairs. Search thoroughly, and don't overlook a single corner. Drag that last man out!"
"Yes!"
Everyone answered at once, immediately splitting up to carry out her orders.
The constables divided into more than a dozen pairs and quickened their search, turning the entire Gambling House upside down. Yet even after searching everyone present, they still failed to find the last man.
Just as everyone began to think the remaining Black Lotus Cult member had escaped in the confusion, a furious shout suddenly rang out from the rear courtyard:
"Who's hiding in there? Come out!"
A moment later, two grim-faced constables hauled a scrawny man who reeked from head to toe all the way into the front hall, then tossed him straight down before everyone.
"Huh? What's that smell?"
Jiang Yue's delicate brows knitted slightly, disgust flickering in her lovely eyes. She instinctively covered her mouth and nose and hurried several steps back.
"Constable Jiang, this bastard really knew how to hide!"
One of the constables cursed, his expression dark. "We searched every inch of the rear courtyard and found nobody. It wasn't until we searched the privy that we discovered this bastard... had actually jumped into the cesspit... with only his nose sticking out