Someone like Lin Li is the sharpest tool in the shed. If there's a rumor that Lin Li dialed 119 at the crematorium saying they're burning people, Yangliang would debunk it without hesitation—because it's probably not just a rumor.
So, Yangliang is very suspicious whether Lin Li is trying to take advantage of him now.
"Uncle, where's your fake badge, is it in the left pocket?"
Lin Li fumbled in the right pocket and didn't find what he was looking for, so he decided to extend his devilish hand to a more distant place.
"Slap!"
Yangliang irritably slapped Lin Li's hand away, glanced at him through the rearview mirror with speechless disdain, but seeing Mouse and Old Wen both looking expectantly at Lin Li and himself, he sighed with a complex heart:
"Not in the pants pocket, stop groping, I'll get it for you."
With the road being safe, Yangliang reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, took out his police badge, and tossed it back to Lin Li.
