After a whole day on the move, Tang Zheng had washed off his police uniform, which hadn't dried completely, so he was now wearing a suit. With his stern expression, he didn't resemble a policeman but rather looked like a gang enforcer causing trouble.
Several bodyguards watching the scene had already set their eyes on Tang Zheng's group, but they held back because Sha Ou had handed over a stack of US dollars. Considering Pang Meiqin and Yu Manli were wearing police uniforms, they decided not to act. However, they stayed close by, watching them to see if another opportunity to make money would arise.
Looking at the old man in a suit leisurely drinking, Pang Meiqin bristled like a frightened cat, her sweat glands standing on edge, ready to fight. She hadn't forgotten the scene where the old fellow turned a drifter into a demon puppet.
