"Alright, we've received your message," Huang Qiangmin pulled out a notebook to record the statement, jotting it down. After all, having information to note was better than having none at all.
The middle-aged executive felt he hadn't achieved the effect he expected, but without saying more, he nodded and left, chest puffed and head held high.
Once downstairs, he even patted his trousers.
Contemplating the bunch of poor cops, he figured this was probably the only kind of restaurant they could afford.
The chubby crime scene investigator had put down his chopsticks at the arrival of the visitors, and now he craned his neck to peer through the glass at the man's actions, asking rather oddly, "Have we gotten wrapped up in a family feud drama?"
