Li Zhaowen pushed up his glasses. "Xiaoxiao, how can you say that? Isn't this exactly what we do? If everyone went home for the New Year, what would happen with the criminals?"
Fang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him. "I was just saying. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
Li Zhaowen smiled and said no more.
The car continued onward, driving out of Xingjing, getting onto the highway, and heading toward that remote little county town.
On New Year's Eve, the small town was filled with the sounds of firecrackers and laughter.
Xu Wuyi, leading Fang Xiaoxiao and Li Zhaowen, found Zheng Hai in an inconspicuous little motel.
Zheng Hai was drinking alone in his room. A few dishes of snacks sat on the table, and a bottle of liquor was already more than half empty. Seeing people push the door open, he froze. Then, he recognized the masked man leading the group, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
The shot glass slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces on the floor.
