In some places, there were homeless people lining both sides of the street. In these poor neighborhoods, cops rarely came by.
Among the homeless, there were also plenty of people whose fate was already hanging by a thread.
But whether they really deserved it or not, Chen Yan couldn't be sure.
There was a time he'd parked his car by the roadside, then gotten out to wander around for a bit.
At one street corner, he saw two young Brother Ni obviously dealing drugs. They were being very cautious about it, and before Chen Yan could get close, a burly black guy came over and blocked his way, telling him to get lost.
Chen Yan saw someone drive past that intersection, stop, roll down the window, and quickly shove a wad of cash into the hands of one of the young Brother Ni. The young Brother Ni then passed over a little plastic bag about the size of a business card. The bag clearly held white powder. The buyer took it, hit the gas, and drove off.
Smooth as hell.
