Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 135 Trading
Even though they had already arrived at Xuanlong Bar, the messenger only ordered a drink and went to the restroom with a hot girl.

Is he just here to have some fun with women?

Even knowing it was impossible, after going through the bar dance floor, under the dual impact of mental and physical stress...

At this moment, Jin Ping'an was under the influence of hormones, and his mind kept wandering to that direction.

“Zhang Yan is not like the previous tattoo shop owner. This is his territory. We don’t know his relationship with the tattooed man yet. If they are accomplices, I can break out without any problem, but you may not be able to.”

The messenger glanced at Jin Ping'an and deliberately used a phrase that would hurt his pride: "In short, I can't act freely with you around, so don't come with me tomorrow."

The messenger spoke very bluntly. After saying this, he rolled down the car window and quietly looked towards the bar.

Although what he said wasn't exactly kind, it was ultimately for Jin Ping'an's sake.

The color drained from Jin Ping'an's face, spreading from his cheeks to his ears. These words had severely damaged his self-esteem.

Every word the messenger uttered was an objective fact, and there was absolutely no way to refute it.

From the moment they met until now, he has been playing the role of a guiding NPC and a drag on the injured members of the main group.

Not only did it not contribute to the progress of the case, it also slowed down the investigation.

Ever since the messenger arrived, it seems like the case is no longer important whether or not Jin Ping'an is involved.

Kim An-pean assisted the messenger.

It's like people from Northeast China going to Antarctica to see snow, Saudi Arabia selling oil to the UAE, delivering ice dew to natural springs, or bringing their own chili sauce to Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot restaurants—it's all as obvious as using a lantern under the sun.

His assistance wasn't nonexistent, but it was very limited, as limited as a bag of potato chips in a supermarket—it looks like a big bag, but when you open it, it's barely enough to fill a tooth gap.

As a young man who had just turned sixteen, he helped the police solve several murder cases, intercepted two batches of methamphetamine from drug dealers, busted three brothels, and destroyed an underground casino, offending almost all the underground forces in Qianhua City.

Jin Ping'an also had his own pride, and he felt that he couldn't continue like this.

So he mustered his courage: "Messenger, actually I..."

"We'll talk about it later. Take your phone and go hide to the side to record this."

The messenger took a pistol from the armrest box and tucked it into his waistband, also taking two belts with him.

After getting his gear ready, he opened the car door and headed towards the bar.

Jin Ping'an, who had been drinking alone in the bar, didn't know why the messenger had asked him to take his phone, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

He had no choice but to swallow back what he wanted to say and obediently took out his phone and started recording, as the messenger had asked.

At the bar entrance, the messenger, posing as a customer who had come for a drink, "accidentally" bumped into a young drug dealer dressed in sportswear.

The two men exchanged a glance, and the messenger gestured to the young man: "How much?"

Upon hearing this, the young man carefully examined the messenger and said cautiously, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

"It's not convenient here, let's go talk over there."

The messenger didn't try to pull the young man away, but instead pointed to a nearby alley and told him to go through first.

The young man frowned and slowly moved towards the alley. When he reached the alley entrance, he first glanced inside to make sure no one was there before letting out a sigh of relief.

As for surveillance, it's just for show; the bar staff cut it off long ago.

Because when it comes to doing certain things, it's more convenient not to have monitoring.

After the two had entered the alley, the messenger asked again, "How much?"

"One Hi for two hundred."

After saying that, the young man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag containing a few oval-shaped white pills.

The messenger opened the package, sniffed it, sneered, and then said sharply, "Trying to sell tramadol as fruit? You want to die?"

The young man was startled; he had run into an old hand: "Since you know your stuff, I won't hide it from you. There's a shortage of fruit in the city lately, we really don't have any. Why don't you try something else?"

"Do you have any flying sauce or rice noodles?"

The messenger casually slapped the small plastic bag into the young man's arms, causing him to take a half-step back.

Faced with this powerful slap, the young man dared not show any dissatisfaction, mainly because he had just sold counterfeit goods to someone and was morally in the wrong, and was definitely not frightened by the force of the slap.

Ignoring the messenger's menacing gaze, the young man pulled another small bag from his pocket: "I didn't bring any leaves, only powder. Six hundred a bag, want it?"

The messenger didn't say anything, but as usual, he first opened the bag and took a look, then used his phone to shine a light on the crystals through the bag.

The young man knew from this stance that the person in front of him was not just an old hand, but definitely an expert. However, faced with the difference in strength, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Everyone else's is 80 cents, but yours is 120 cents. I thought it was very pure. At least half of the five cents is probably just crushed glass powder."

The young man's heart skipped a beat; he had indeed been seen through.

He forced a smile and explained, "I also picked up the goods directly from the warehouse. Recently, Qianhua has been experiencing shortages of various goods, which has led them to raise prices. There's nothing we can do about it."

The messenger ignored his explanation, calculated the wholesale price based on the current price, and then took out four hundred dollars and slapped it on the young man.

"Brother, you can't bargain like that!"

The young man looked at the messenger, furious but unable to speak out. The purchase price was 350 yuan, and he only made 50 yuan after all the back and forth. Who could stand that?

The messenger turned to the side so that Jin Ping'an outside the alley could clearly photograph the young man's face.

The messenger gripped the young man's shoulder with one hand, and waved the bag in front of his eyes with the other, grinning maliciously, "First you sold counterfeit goods, then you adulterated them to raise prices, are you courting death?"

The young man's temper flared up, and he angrily tried to break free from the messenger's grasp.

The messenger's hand was like a limpet clinging to a rock, incredibly strong, and impossible to break free from.

The stark difference in strength and the sharp pain in his shoulder calmed the young man down. He smiled apologetically and put away the four hundred yuan.

I even made fifty yuan, so I didn't lose money.

The young man consoled himself.

However, the next moment, his vision blurred, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

Before he could even react to what was happening, he was already pinned to the ground and his hands were bound with straps.

"A cop?! I..."

The young man shouted something instinctively.

Snapped!
He was slapped on the forehead as soon as he finished speaking.

"Keep your mouth clean."

After the messenger subdued the young man, his first action was to call Jin Ping'an over.

Under the phone camera, the messenger, through a handkerchief, took out the items from the young man's pocket one by one, but when he touched the medicine box, he quietly took one pill.

The young man didn't have much drug on him that could lead to a criminal conviction. Like other traffickers, he didn't have more than seven grams on him, which clearly indicated that this wasn't his first time doing this.

Of course, it's also possible that their superiors provided them with project training, detailing how each extra gram could extend their time in jail.

At the messenger's prompting, Jin Ping'an turned off his phone's recording function.

With the public work of cracking down on drug traffickers completed, it's time for the private work.

The messenger grabbed the young man's hair and made him look at his face: "I'm not a policeman. If you're willing to cooperate with me from now on, I don't mind letting you go, understand?"

Upon hearing the messenger's words, the young man, whose face had been ashen, suddenly had a powerful will to survive gleam in his eyes: "Brother, let's talk this out! I'll tell you everything I know!"

The messenger unfolded a sketch: "Do you recognize this person?"

(End of this chapter)