A dozen or so minutes later.
A new patrol car pulled up to the black market's entrance. The man in black, his breathing faint, was handcuffed by two members of Team Three and shoved into the back seat.
Several black market gangsters who had previously tried to stop Lu Chao in the square were also cuffed behind their backs, squatting on the ground with ashen faces, waiting to be taken away.
"How are you feeling?"
Chen Xiao took a high-energy nutritional drink from the car and handed it over, his face a mixture of relief and lingering fear.
Lu Chao, drenched in sweat, took it, twisted off the cap, and chugged several large mouthfuls before stopping.
"Don't worry."
Wiping the moisture from the corner of his mouth, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's nothing serious. Just exhausted. I'll be fine after a day of rest."
