The plainclothes officer's gaze tightened when he saw the wooden bead. He carefully placed it into an evidence bag.
It was only then that the commotion on the covered walkway attracted a few nearby conference delegates who had also stepped out for a breath of fresh air or were simply passing by.
They stared at the scene in astonishment, pointing and murmuring among themselves.
"What's going on?"
"Isn't that the owner of the Rare Treasures Pavilion, Zhou Xingde?"
"Boss Zhou? Why is he being arrested? And were guns drawn?"
"Are those police?"
"What happened?"
"..."
By now, Yang Qi had quietly retreated to the edge of the crowd, his expression calm, as if he were just a bystander watching the excitement.
He watched as two plainclothes officers hauled "Pangolin" up from the ground. The man's face was covered in blood, and his venomous gaze swept over the crowd.
