Jiang Guangrong quickly took out his phone and dialed Zhong Baitao's number, while swiftly running to the door to lock it.
Very soon, Zhong Baitao's voice came through the phone: "Gui? Oh my God, are you back?"
"Senior Brother Baitao, please help me check which detectives in the Yanghe Public Security Bureau like to abuse private punishment, and which detectives have a bad relationship with the Xingwu Gang. Tell me their details, the more detailed the better!"
"What's wrong? What happened? Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Don't ask, hurry up!"
"Alright, hold on. I have this information. I'll tell you right away. Hang in there!"
Just then, the detective had already reached Jiang Guangrong's room door: "Listen, you're surrounded. Please open the door and surrender immediately, or we'll take necessary action!"
The detective repeated it three times before hitting the wooden door.
"Did you find it?" Jiang Guangrong was sweating profusely.
