That evening, Zhang Dali and Li Er quietly attempted to dump the old man's body in front of the Divine Physician Sect.
The van had barely come to a stop when they were surrounded by people.
"Who are you?" demanded Zhang Dali, eyeing the plainclothes officers in front of him, cursing inwardly at their misfortune. How could they run into undercover cops right after they came out?
"We... we're just ordinary folks, what's going on? Are you checking for drunk driving? We haven't been drinking!" Zhang Dali blurted out, trying to stall.
The plainclothes officers wasted no time with explanations, forcefully ordering, "Get out of the vehicle and submit to inspection."
Zhang Dali naturally didn't want to comply. With a dead body in the vehicle, getting caught would mean big trouble.
They tried to laugh it off and come up with various excuses to fend off the officers, but the more they resisted, the more suspicious they seemed.
