Clatter.
The ladder fell to the ground, and Zhang Chao and Ren Qiang pounced on Zhang Wang, followed by five or six big men rushing in.
"Hands and feet!"
"Don't move!"
"Cuff him!"
"Search him!"
Seven or eight people quickly tied Zhang Wang up like a rice dumpling.
The others, without needing instructions, were already searching the store.
"Brother Qiang, over here!"
A colleague searching behind the counter soon found something.
Twenty minutes later.
Long and short guns were laid out in front of Zhang Wang.
Zhang Chao was examining each gun.
"Officer, I'm selling imitation guns, really, they're not real guns!"
Zhang Wang now felt like he could die.
He's just selling some imitation guns, why did so many police have to come, even pointing real guns at his head?
Nowadays, business is tough, especially for brick-and-mortar stores, with online sales hitting them hard.
When Zhang Wang first started, his dad gave him some money to open a toy store in front of a school.
