Bo Yanchen's expression was solemn, his brows tightly furrowed,
"This farmhouse is suspected of drug trafficking. If we rashly burst in, we might alert the snakes and disrupt the police's plans."
Investigating the Mysterious Man was their private affair.
But when it involved the police and drugs, it became official business.
The seriousness of drugs went without saying, concerning the safety of Jin City and even the whole country—they couldn't disrupt the police's plan because of personal matters.
The three kids were shocked, all speaking in unison, "They're trafficking drugs?!"
Bo Yanchen nodded, "Yes."
Hearing the name of the farmhouse felt familiar to him, and after careful thought, he remembered.
He Jingcheng had mentioned it to him!
He had just confirmed it with He Jingcheng over the phone—it was indeed the place.
Last month, something had happened in He Jingcheng's bar.
Someone trafficked illegal drugs on his turf and was caught red-handed by He Jingcheng.