"Young Master Chen, everything has been taken care of," Black Head said as he sat in the police car on his way to the Narcotics Squad, holding a phone and talking to someone on the other end.
"Haha, good, Black Head's efficiency is commendable. Go check the bank later, and regard that fifty thousand as a gift of makeup for your sister-in-law," a sinisterly soft voice came through the phone, it was Chen Guanjie from the Zhonghai Four Young Masters.
A smile flashed across Black Head's face, then he quickly asked, "Just locking the kid up won't lead to other issues, right?"
He was still somewhat worried about the possibility of their actions being exposed, even though it wasn't the first time he had done something like this, he still felt a sense of guilt afterward.
Chen Guanjie chuckled loudly, "You can rest assured, it won't be traced back to you, and my goal was merely to have someone beat him up good. As for the drug stuff—that's the end of it!"
