Qi Manlin set down the binoculars, stretched out her right hand, and silently made a gesture. Several officers understood immediately and positioned themselves on both sides of the closed gate.
Then, Qi Manlin took out her mobile phone and started dialing Hua Langzi's number.
"His big uncle and his second uncle are both mother's brothers, high tables and low benches are all made of wood..."
A faintly comical ringtone arose from Lai Yuejin's pocket, startling him into hastily hanging up the call.
Lai Yuejin cursed incessantly in his mind, "Hua Langzi, damn your ancestors, how did you manage to sneak your phone into my pocket without me noticing? Lucky I reacted fast enough to hang up. Otherwise, the police would have discovered me, and I'd be dead meat."
Is this what a master does? He's practically pushing his apprentice into the fire pit.
"No answer?" Qi Manlin paused for a moment, then decided to dial again.
"His big uncle..."
