Just that.
Feng Xiang's first reaction upon seeing these stamps wasn't how to deal with them,
but a thought...
'What would it feel like if I put it under my tongue?'
Feng Xiang stared fixedly at the stamps in his hand.
...
...
"Damn, he's got something in his hand!"
In the courtyard.
In the instant Feng Xiang left, confirming he was gone, Yang Ruoxi immediately spoke anxiously.
"I know."
Xu Liang suddenly spoke up.
Xu Liang nodded, showing no surprise.
"Then you..." Yang Ruoxi was momentarily at a loss for words.
You know he has something in his hand, yet you don't expose him!?
"The difficulty with drugs isn't the drugs themselves, but rather the huge trafficking network."
"Compared to this trafficking chain, one Feng Xiang is insignificant. If we act rashly against him... it would alert everyone on the chain!"
"This would be very disadvantageous for us, who lack information, and even for the authorities."
Xu Liang said casually.
