Juxing Shopping Mall food stalls.
Jiang Feng's business was getting better and better.
The Zhajiang noodles were selling especially well. Occasionally, someone looking at the sign would ask, "Boss, what are these Wonton noodles? Never heard of them."
Hearing the customer's question, Jiang Feng explained, "They are from Guangdong. They have a fresher taste, and the wontons are similar to dumplings, but there are also some differences."
"Dumplings and noodles in the same bowl? Give me a bowl of Zhajiang noodles instead."
"Sure."
Jiang Feng got busy again.
「At this moment, the sound of police sirens suddenly erupted outside the mall.」
Then, five SUVs flashing red and blue lights drove out of the police station courtyard and sped away.
Flashing lights and a wailing siren meant there was an emergency.
Passersby stopped to watch.
"What happened?"
"Who knows?"
"With such a big scene, the person they're after has probably already run away!"
