Inside a black car by the roadside, Yan Song watched coldly.
"Boss, should we take these people back for interrogation?" Eagle asked.
Yan Song waved his hand, "Making a big deal out of it won't do us any good, we don't want to alert the enemy."
Eagle nodded, looking at the group of young people living in a drunken stupor, he couldn't help but curse, "Young people today, they're just wasting air by staying alive, idling day in and day out." About the same age as the boss, he looked at the boss, then at this group of drunken rich kids, they were worlds apart.
Yan Song whispered into the headset, "Blue bird, any movement on your side?"
"Reporting lone wolf, nothing so far."
Yan Song's gaze inadvertently swept past, suddenly his pupils constricted, he pushed open the car door and strode out, heading towards the bar entrance with long strides.
"Boss, where are you going?" Eagle watched as the man's tall figure slowly disappeared into the night.
