Under the reluctant gaze of Tang Fei, Zhong Jiayuan led the brothers from the Supervision Bureau Fifth Division to the next door.
Tang Fei closed the courtyard door, and Little Fatty immediately came up to him and asked, "Bro, is everything okay?"
"It's okay for now," Tang Fei lowered his voice, whispering, "Where's Bai Wuxin?"
"In the storeroom," said Little Fatty. "I was afraid they would come in and search, so I buried him in wine bottles."
The storeroom was plentiful with wine stocks, more than enough to bury someone.
"Just don't crush him," Tang Fei said.
Bai Wuxin's wounds were not yet healed, and the multiple wine bottles were quite heavy; they could easily agitate his wounds or break his bones.
"Should I go dig him out now?"
"Let's go, together," Tang Fei said.
The two men arrived at the basement. Indeed, the storeroom was filled with wine stocks.
