"Where's Fang Zhou?"
The director cautiously asked from the side.
"You two better coordinate well!"
Chu River nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm coordinating..."
The main issue is that Fang Zhou isn't cooperating—when fighting, he hasn't missed throwing a punch, and after fighting, when helping him relax his muscles, he hasn't missed a spot... Now just rubbing a knee and touching a calf...
Click, click, click.
This guy.
A bit too conservative.
The director, still clueless about their way of coordinating, didn't see Old Jiang in the crowd, and nodded happily, "Alright then, with you two together, I won't worry about your safety."
However, while looking at those drug dealers being carried onto the vehicles one by one, he couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.
"Are Li Xiaotian's men pretty much all here? Now that the underlings are all caught in one sweep, are you confident to use this time gap to bring him in?"
