Back at home.
Fang Cheng briefly sorted through the skirmish he had encountered today.
The incident was sparked by the kidnapping of a gang boss's wife by a rival gang, whom Ma Donghe had once served.
He had been inquiring around for news and finally located a gang hideout in Lingang District.
By sheer accident, he discovered there was also a drug factory hidden here.
The reason Fang Cheng lent a hand to Ma Donghe
was not only to repay a favor but also out of disdain for these evildoers dealing in drugs.
The question was whether the police raid on the hideout would provoke gang retaliation.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened, and he looked at the two recording pens.
Meet force with force, counter water with earth.
No matter when or where, enhancing one's own strength is always the most worthwhile pursuit.
Fang Cheng picked up the recording pen borrowed from Lin Chuqiao.
He had a vague premonition.
