As dusk fell, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually receded.
Street-side food stalls, like newly lit lanterns, brighten the nighttime corners. Inside the shops, simple folding wooden tables are placed haphazardly, and the owner busily stirs the wok, the clanging of the iron pan against the spatula rising and falling continuously.
All sorts of people crowded the area, a cacophony of noise.
However, with the arrival of a police car and two officers, the bustling food stalls suddenly quieted down, as if in the student days when the noisy classroom would fall silent at the sight of the teacher stepping in.
Old Lin's Food Stall, in a corner.
The two police officers headed straight for Lin Chuan, drawing the attention of everyone at the food stalls to his location.
Fortunately, Lin Chuan had plenty of experience dealing with such situations.
The people who came were also familiar faces.