The gangsters in the warehouse were all handed over to the police station by Tang Ze, who told them the whole story and provided conclusive evidence.
This group of people violated traffic regulations while driving. In addition to stalking, they also engaged in dangerous intimidation and knife attacks, intentionally injuring others, and were considered to have committed serious criminal liability.
As for the man who had been taught a lesson by Bo Sihan, the police station assumed that it was self-defense and did not ask any further questions.
After all, no matter what the crime is, it is enough for them to eat a pot!
But the matter is not over yet.
Late that night, the full moon exuded a cool chill and illuminated the earth. There was no one on the streets, and there were only a few scattered windows in the residential buildings. The light was shining through, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.
The most hidden place in the city, the black market.
Tangze found connections and obtained a pass, which gave him the right to enter and exit the black market. He led a group of men in black in through the gate.
The interior of the black market is like a market during the day, brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Many people were coming and going, making it very noisy. What was different from ordinary markets was that the people here were either rich or powerful.
There was a fat man who was very drunk. He was holding a bag full of gold coins in his hand. He was standing in front of a certain stall. There was only a big table here, which was a place for people to gamble and have fun.
The bet placed by the stall owner was dozens of bags of crystal clear pure natural minerals behind him, such as white crystal, amethyst, agate and jade...
These ores themselves are expensive, let alone natural.
Here, they are treated as toys for pleasure.
In the eyes of this group of people, money has long lost its meaning and is just a few numbers.
In addition to this type of entertainment, there are also stalls set up for people with eating habits. Customers order food in person. As long as the money is available, they will be satisfied no matter what it is.
There are also booths that facilitate transactions, middlemen, selling illegal goods, and others.
The space inside the black market was so large that Tangze couldn't see the end of it at a glance. It was so dense that there were three or four floors above.
"Dispatch." Tang Ze ordered coldly.
"receive!!"
The people behind him were like ants emerging from their nests, walking forward in rows, and soon they were spread on every floor and every stall.
The posture is compelling and the momentum is menacing.
Everyone looked at the large group of black-clad bodyguards with constant suspicion and alert eyes.
Logically speaking, this is a gathering place for the powerful, a place where even the police rarely interfere.
Because no matter what they do here, they are confident that they will not be caught. Everyone is well aware of the unspoken rules here.
"What are you doing? You don't know I'm having dinner? It affects my appetite. Be careful, I'll kill you!" A rich second generation who was eating fried coriander balls at a certain stall said angrily.
Because he loved coriander so much that even the chefs outside couldn't stand it, he came to the black market.
Eat a large portion of coriander dishes every night.
Tang Ze acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and looked calm as he walked forward leisurely, looking at the stalls on the left and right from time to time.
Like he's looking for something, or...
people.
The people present couldn't help but quiet down, staring at this 'outsider' with eager eyes.
At first glance, Tang Ze didn't look like someone who was hanging around here.
The rich second generation who was ignored was so angry that he threw the bowl in his hand. The crisp cracking sound was extremely clear at this moment.