Chapter 311: Chapter 311

Brother Jiang has many informants and can get his hands on a lot of goods. He is usually busy working for the boss, and in the entire organization, besides Tan Lang, he is the one most likely to lose his temper.

When the middle-aged man entered the room, his face was dark, making his serious demeanor even more like a coffin face.

The young men shrank back, startled by the low pressure, and dared not speak for a while.

Fang Zhou actually felt a sense of relief in his heart.

They had been staking out this base for a long time, and Brother Jiang would often be here when there was nothing else to do.

Of course, like a crafty rabbit with multiple burrows, this was not his only spot. The other two housed his mistresses, so Fang Zhou dared not go there for fear of exposing himself.

As for other matters...

Li Xiaotian is extremely cautious, letting his subordinates handle all appearances, layer by layer. Brother Jiang has some standing, but he’s not quite there yet.

Therefore, Fang Zhou could only wait quietly here.

Judging by the young men’s condition, everything still seemed to be under control.

So he imitated Brother Jiang’s expression, frowning and looking as if he was ready to explode at any moment.

"What are you all crowding together for?"

The young men were already getting used to it. It had been a while since they last saw each other, so they were a bit overly tense at first—now they’re sneaking glances at him and handing over their phones.

"It’s just a short video online, two women were together, and one ended up reporting the other for prostitution..."

What a mess. What kind of person makes such a report?

Fang Zhou impatiently grabbed the phone for a look.

Thanks to the training over this period, he had managed to maintain his composure with considerable effort.

He was trying hard to keep his brows furrowed.

In his heart, he had a thousand reasons to give his bald-headed chief a shake—

Wasn’t Little He taken to the airport to play?!

Why was she now appearing with Li Xiaotian’s mistress and making such a report?

Fang Zhou was expressionless, but in his mind, he thought with helplessness that Little He was getting more clever.

Yet he forcefully restrained his serious expression from breaking, while the young men asked warily:

"Brother Jiang, isn’t it funny?"

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He snorted coldly: "Funny? Funny how? The woman is in the narcotics department. Recently so many customers have been caught by her. What’s funny about that? She’s not the one being reported!"

Indeed there have been setbacks recently.

The young men thought about it too—unable to go out and make money, cooped up inside all the time, sigh.

A few of them yawned, reluctantly put away their phones, and fiddled with some glass bottles and straws.

Fang Zhou sat quietly in the room, pondering where to start next.

—He could avoid Brother Jiang’s mistress, disappearing for ten days to half a month is common in this business, and the other party is already used to it.

—The young men downstairs, due to Little He’s recent activities, are holed up in their places, which saved him quite a bit of trouble.

—As for other matters...

Brother Jiang’s mouth couldn’t be fully pried open, and Fang Zhou could only rely on the information they had collected over the years. As of now, he still couldn’t figure out where the upper-level secret bases were, so he could only take it step by step.

He snapped out of his thoughts, only to see a peculiar fog swirling outside, the whole living room in chaos. The young men sprawled here and there, giggling foolishly in utmost complacency.

He quietly stood by the window, casually touching his hair.

There was a piece of material stuck there, which Little He said was a camera that would never be discovered. The recorded footage would be uploaded directly to the cloud... But as soon as it was pasted on the scalp, it rapidly turned from a black dot into a thin line, becoming hair. Fang Zhou was shocked, though he didn’t know if it was truly that incredible.

But now, looking at the bustling crowd in the residential area below, young couples or middle-aged folks strolling with baby strollers...

Fang Zhou clenched his fists.

No matter what, they must succeed this time. The boldness of their housing choices made it clear that things were different now than before.

The more bustling the place, the easier it was to fish in troubled waters.

The more people, the more escape routes they would have if necessary.

Turning back, he watched a group of people laying comfortably on the sofa with relaxed, dazed expressions. Fang Zhou, with Brother Jiang’s stern face, casually asked:

"While I was out recently, did the higher-ups give any instructions?"

The young man grinned foolishly, "Brother Wolf came once, told us to stay alert... that’s about it. By the way, Brother, do you have any fresh goods recently?"

They were all quite young, but being able to stick around Brother Jiang showed their addiction was no small thing.