"The income from this job is much higher than what you're making now, and the working environment will be much better, too."
Upon hearing this, the cleaner's eyes visibly brightened.
He rubbed his rough hands, "Well... alright then."
"What do you want to know?"
"Though I've been out of that circle for a long time, I did know some news about gun trade before..."
Zhang Chao looked around, noticing the street was busy with people passing by—clearly not a good place for a conversation.
He quickly decided, "It's inconvenient to talk here; let's move the discussion to the patrol car."
Soon, four of them were sitting inside the police car parked by the roadside.
Zhang Chao sat alongside the man in the back seat, while the other two officers took the front to record and stay alert.
"Firstly, please answer truthfully."
Zhang Chao asked directly, "Did you participate in illegal gun trading activities three years ago?"
