The city lights start to glow, and the night is in full swing.
Xiao Feng and his group of five meander aimlessly around the city center of Jiangcheng.
Entertainment clubs usually get lively after midnight. Going there now would either be a waste of time or alert the targets.
"Old Zhao, your sense of fashion is really something else." Xiao Feng said, looking at Zhao Xingfeng, who was wearing a leather jacket on top, cargo pants below, and leather shoes, and he couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Xingfeng's face turned red, and he stammered for a while without saying a word.
As a veteran police officer with many years on the force, Zhao Xingfeng rarely wore plain clothes. Most of the time, he wore his uniform. When he went out this time, he found that his civilian clothes in the dorm were still from years ago and had to make do with them.
The group found a small restaurant, ordered some drinks and food, and started chatting.
