Allen Zhang looked at his rotund and floppy-eared appearance, couldn't help but stifle a laugh, but ultimately, he composed himself, putting on a very serious expression.
Recco locked up the police station's front door, drove an old Ford police car, and took Allen Zhang to another street in the town, to the warehouse yard.
Looking at the dilapidated scene inside, any old Black could've easily nicked everything there, really, the General Sect Leader saw a warehouse this rundown only last time. Too bad there's no small-town blonde this time around!
Stopping the car, Recco took out the keys to unlock the warehouse door, leading Allen Zhang inside, "Take a look, this batch of alcohol imported from Russia is all here. You might want to taste and see how it is."
He opened a bottle right there and poured a glass for the General Sect Leader.
A glass of Vodka down the hatch, it burned all the way down, and Allen Zhang couldn't make out any special flavor.
