National Forensic Doctor

Pang Gou returned to his bar again because "the guests" needed some water.

Pang Gou, accompanied by his two most sensible employees, moved boxes of water up from the basement under the watch of two detectives.

Then, Pang Gou saw the somewhat familiar Li Lijun, who was huddled at the basement door making a phone call, accompanied by a middle-aged police officer.

As a bar owner, Pang Gou’s social skills were well honed, and he instinctively greeted, "Boss Li is here?"

Li Lijun stiffly turned his neck towards Pang Gou, furrowing his brow, "Pang Gou, have you been recruited too?"

"No, certainly not. I’m just a shop owner, what does it have to do with me..." Pang Gou vehemently denied.

The middle-aged police officer accompanying Li Lijun hissed and made a note in his notebook, "Li Lijun, daring to threaten other people involved in the case? I think you’ll be behind bars for a long time."

"No, don’t dare..." Li Lijun vehemently denied.

"Go write it down." Meng Chengbiao turned his head to Pang Gou and said, "If you speak again, I’ll take you in."

"No, no..." Pang Gou shook his head vigorously and walked off with the water.

Walking two steps, in the booths usually packed with beauties and spendthrifts, appeared a familiar face from the smuggling circle once again. Pang Gou hurriedly lowered his head. He used to be very fond of the smuggling circle. These big brothers were generous, spending lavishly, and even starting to care about health, which kept the bar’s turnover high.

But today, looking at those big brothers who used to talk freely of their high ambitions, now focused on smiling in front of a group of young police officers, Pang Gou, though aware of the world, still found it surreal.