Chapter 781: The Divine Detectives

A group of people huddled in an apartment of mere tens of square meters, smoking cigarettes. The smoke visibly rose at a great speed, even as the range hood buzzed into action, but the smoke showed no sign of decreasing.

Clack.

A key was inserted into the door lock.

The police officers smoking inside didn't even bother to lift their heads, mostly absorbed in silently scrolling through their phones.

The entrance was packed with people, so if the petty thief lured back here managed to escape—that would be an incredible stroke of luck no one dared to dream of. He must be involved in some major cases behind the scenes, otherwise who with extraordinary skills would conceal their identity and content themselves with being a petty thief in a Beijing apartment?

Thump thump.

Someone let out a heavy sigh.

The sound of the thief being pinned against the wall indicated that this "blind box" was no prize.

"Bring him over," Huang Qiangmin said, his voice dripping with indolence.