"Captain Wang, hello, hello! Great to finally meet you!"
"No need for formalities, you must be Brother Cheng that Brother Meng mentioned, right?
Didn't expect to find a lead on our target so quickly, worthy of someone introduced by Brother Meng!"
"Oh Captain Wang, don't call me Brother Cheng, I don't deserve it! Just call me Ah Biao is fine!"
Brother Biao was sweating bullets.
He was almost trembling with nervousness inside!
Me, an ex-convict, and you, a police captain, a major officer, calling me brother, is that appropriate?
But... why do I feel somewhat thrilled about it?
"Captain Wang, have a bun, it's stuffed with meat!"
Ah Xing handed over the steamed bun with a silly grin,
conveying goodwill in his own unique "way".
Wang Zhao Ping wasn't picky and took the bun happily.
"Thanks! This brother looks pretty sturdy!"
"Heh, I've practiced Southern Boxing for a few years, Captain Wang is too kind," Brother Biao interceded quickly, afraid Ah Xing would misspeak.