"Look, you're saying that too. What else can I do for a living? Besides, my operation is legitimate, I have a business license, it won't be shut down."
As soon as the words fell, a group of uniformed officers entered from outside, led by one with a peaked cap, who shouted in their direction: "Who is Zhu Xingyun?"
Uncle's son was stunned for a moment, then replied nervously: "I... I'm the one. What's the matter?"
The officer with the cap said sternly: "We received reports from the public that you are stockpiling hazardous chemicals here. We need to conduct an on-site search now and hope for your cooperation."
Zhu Xingyun's face changed immediately. He wanted to argue, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't say anything, and just stood there pale-faced.
The law enforcement team ignored him and headed straight to the back of the house. They clearly had accurate intelligence, as the small workshop was indeed set up on the vacant lot behind the uncle's house.
