Having pulled off such a bold heist, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were both excited and barely slept that night.
The next day, they ate in a nearby pastry shop and heard no rumors.
After eating, they strolled around the neighborhood as if nothing had happened, pretending to be looking for someone. Around nine o'clock, they saw a commotion at the entrance of the cultural relics department; many police officers were hurrying back and forth, everyone with a serious look on their faces, knocking on doors for inquiries.
At the same time, they also spotted He Hongjun among them.
By late morning, when most of the people had gradually dispersed, Lu Jiang, who stood by the roadside, gestured to He Hongjun.
He Hongjun wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Comrades, what brings you here?"
