The white-haired scoundrel from the Shangjing Police Department climbed out of the car and pointed toward the small shop in the alley, directing his district chief: "He's inside."
He grabbed the box of cigarettes handed to him by his sly underling and headed toward the shop.
A few uniformed officers stepped aside, and an older one-eyed officer opened the door to the shop.
Inside, a bald, obese man sat with an unfriendly expression. He was seated while a dozen younger men surrounded a few tables.
The smoky scent wafting out from the kitchen made the sly one wipe his nose. "Boss, get me a plate of stir-fried meat strips and vermicelli."
Hearing the boss' response, the sly man sat down with a smirk and tossed a cigarette to the obese man. "Fat Wang, looks like you're living well; you've even put on weight."
