In just a few breaths, a group of people left behind an arm and hurried away.
Fanben finished all this, then walked over ingratiatingly toward where Flying Tiger was.
"Boss, everything's taken care of." He rubbed his hands together. "These guys are totally clueless."
"Do you think those things were taken by Jiang Che and his crew?" Fanben asked cautiously. He was a bit annoyed at his squad always being the scapegoat.
He'd known about those art pieces since before the trip to the mental hospital, but they hadn't taken any.
Of course, part of the reason was Jiang Che and the others hesitated, feeling awkward about it.
But the bigger reason—those art pieces were only slightly attractive to the rich boss types. After all, these people always see the world through a business lens, believing that no matter how much the world changes, the value of art collectibles still has a meaning of their own.
