It was already past ten in the morning by the time they arrived.
The pool hall was already open for business.
Wang Feng's SUV pulled over to the side of the road.
Inside the vehicle, Qu Guofeng put an arm around Liu Jia'ang's shoulder and offered him a cigarette. "Here, have a smoke. Relax a little."
Liu Jia'ang, in handcuffs, took a deep drag and coughed violently, his smile still stiff.
Wang Feng, in the front passenger seat, paid him no mind, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the pool hall diagonally across the street.
His men had already dispersed to set up a perimeter.
Two of them had also gone into the pool hall, pretending to be customers.
On the way here, the bureau had run a check on the pool hall. The owner's name had no "Fei" in it.
They had a household registration photo, which Liu Jia'ang confirmed was not Brother Fei.
