At this moment, in the urban village of Jiangcheng North.
Mr. Fu and Zhang formed a team, walking along the narrow alley.
They disguised themselves as ordinary passersby, yet their eyes were as sharp as hawks, not missing any clue, carefully searching for leads along the way.
Suddenly, Zhang's footsteps halted, his expression somewhat tense.
He slightly turned his body, leaned closer to Mr. Fu, and murmured, "Bro, why do I feel like our current situation is just like sneaking into Tazhai in those TV dramas, giving me the creeps."
Mr. Fu's gaze was steady as he calmly scanned the surroundings.
He responded in a low voice, "Don't overthink it, this is just an ordinary urban village, can't be compared to the drug den Tazhai from the dramas."
"We've disguised ourselves so well, no one would notice us."
Saying this, he adjusted his collar, making himself look more like a passerby.
The two continued moving forward, but Zhang was still filled with doubt.
