The East District Law Enforcement Team was busy all day, rounding up quite a few suspects.
In the process of searching, they found a number of illegal weapons. Usually, people turned a blind eye but given Councilman Tyrone's death, these folks were just unlucky.
However, they still haven't found the actual thugs.
"Captain, we're running out of space in the detention cells," a member of the Law Enforcement Team said.
Song Si, with his feet propped up on the table, lit a cigarette and said between puffs of smoke, "Check them carefully, release those 'without issues', and transfer those 'with issues' to the city's prison tomorrow."
"Understood," the subordinate said with a meaningful smile.
This matter of having an 'issue' really depends on those guys' performance.
Song Si, eyes closed, enjoyed the moment and remembered the stunner from the bar earlier that day, revealing a sly smirk.
The bar owner has enough flavor, and he must take his chances when he can.