National Forensic Doctor

Breakfast: meat buns with beef soup, potstickers dipped in vinegar, pancakes smeared with chili sauce—a carb-loaded feast, immensely satisfying.

The detectives, who are usually capable of wolfing down three bowls of rice a meal, were all rushing towards double-digit portions of buns and potstickers, turning their private dining room into the scene of a bustling small restaurant.

Jiang Yuan was also enjoying himself thoroughly. Eating piles of carbs after pulling an all-nighter is unbelievably unhealthy. But it’s unbelievably gratifying.

Step outside, get in the car, head back to the hotel—a bunch of people collapsing into sleep, completely ignoring the world.

Even though Jiang Yuan had Level 2 endurance for staying up, he was still exhausted. If it hadn’t been for the fact they were out of town and their targets happened to be corporate bosses, he wouldn’t have had to push himself this hard.

The arrests made, everything naturally became easier.

By the time Jiang Yuan woke up, it was still dark outside. Picking up his phone, he found that Dai Mingsheng had already set up a group chat. The group was buzzing with messages and images.

Jiang Yuan scrolled through quickly—most of it was information related to the suspects.

Seeing replies from Liu Jinghui and Huang Qiangmin in the group, Jiang Yuan didn’t bother looking too closely.

For crimes like these, sentences typically range from a few years. If repeat offenses and particularly egregious circumstances are involved, they could get up to 10 years. With some victim forgiveness letters in hand, along with factors like aiding authorities, whistleblowing on a few shady acquaintances, a sentence of 3 years isn’t too far-fetched.