Chapter 9: Milk tea
Then a municipal enforcement clerk came over and whispered something in Liu Zheng's ear before looking Gong Jun and Yang Yuandao up and down. To be fair, the two men stood at five foot nine and five foot ten, no shorter than the men on his side, just relatively leaner. In fact, criminal investigators had so many assignments and such heavy responsibilities that some were chronically in poor health. Their lives were nothing like those of ordinary police officers, who had it easy and grew fair and plump.
But the sharp gleam in their eyes was not something just anyone could recognize.
So, to the clerks before them, they did not look like anything special. Besides, their own bureau chief was backing them up. What did Liu Zheng have to fear? He coldly sized up Gong Jun and Yang Daoyuan. Their earlier standoff had already annoyed him. Now, feeling completely confident and assured of his backing, he frowned. "You really intend to interfere?"
"It's only a minor matter." Yang Daoyuan smiled, though there was little warmth in it.
"Move it! Load it onto the truck! Confiscate it!" Liu Zheng glared, refusing to believe he could not handle this situation. Did a couple of lowly cops think they could do whatever they liked? I've even had drinks with your Captain Chen. Even he doesn't talk this big in front of me!
With Liu Zheng's orders, the seven or eight enforcement officers immediately got moving. "Out of the way! Or face the consequences!" Two slightly pudgy municipal enforcement officers strained with all their might to wrench away the metal sunshade pole Su Licheng was holding. It did not budge. Instead, the pushing and shoving sent them stumbling back two steps. They often clashed with local vendors, and their