"Can we leave now?"
Old Li cautiously asked, testing the waters.
"Yes," Jiang Xiaobai said, "I keep my word. Since you've paid the money, you can certainly leave. But go back and tell your master, don't ever cross me again, or there will be no good outcome."
Old Li nodded repeatedly and hurriedly led his people away. The villagers, hearing Jiang Xiaobai say they could release the captives, immediately made way for them.
The fat cop, Wu Yong, kept his head down, and the usually high-spirited cops behind him also bowed their proud heads one by one, forming a line to leave.
Their cars were parked just outside the crowd. As they approached, they nearly threw up. No one knew who did it, but each car had a pile of steaming dung on the roof.
However, no one dared to make a fuss and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Once in their cars, they all stepped on the gas and sped away.
