Mopping up

  "Come on, let's talk about it, where did you guys hide... uh, I mean, stash the loot?"

  After completely controlling the scene, Bai Huan leisurely jumped onto a large stone beside him. That demeanor, going to act as a mountain eagle in the forest sea and snowy plains, doesn't even need makeup.

  The cultured man glanced at the cultural relics dealer with a guilty conscience, earlier he was just momentarily reckless, thinking that being caught by public security personnel would be a good opportunity to make amends. But after being stared at fiercely twice, he suddenly realized the other person's identity again.

  The public security can still talk to themselves about reason, but will those extremely evil cultural relic dealers who often take out guns and kill people be easy to talk to?

  They are all in cahoots with each other, and if one or two of them escape...

  Bai Huan's senses were sharp, and he immediately caught the Sven man's shrinking back. He then put on a poker face: "What, still harboring illusions? I'm telling you, if you confess to one more criminal fact now, the sentence will be lighter later. You think about it carefully! As for people like them..."

  He cast a disdainful glance, and Bai Huan coldly laughed twice: "Arrested by force, plus stealing and selling large quantities of national-level cultural relics. It's clear that you think your life is long, so why worry about these people who are waiting to be caught?"

  The antique dealer was blinded by the white light and had a headache, and didn't hear his words clearly, but that elegant man had already made up his mind - these people were going to be "shot"!

  Thinking that he was also involved in this matter, his face turned two shades paler, and he hastily nodded: "I know, I know, it's just inside this artificial lake..."

  The moment he heard this, the cultural relics dealer, who was originally curled up on the ground, groaning incessantly like a shrimp, suddenly revealed a desperate look in his eyes. His expression was even more tragic than that of an investor whose stocks had plummeted in a financial storm, with a face ashen and hopeless.

  In a daze, Bai Huang seemed to see countless brand new red tickets surrounding the person, forming a large "奠" character!

  There were still many left, and they formed into flower rings, flying up and down in a fluttering dance.

  ……

  He then took the two men aboard a punt - three big men squeezed into a small boat, which was quite easy to make people smile, but Bai Huan couldn't care about that now. Under the guidance of the elegant man, he quickly fished out two large packages of cultural relics from the water.

  Everything else is omitted!

  Bai Guang's gaze swept like an eagle, and he immediately discovered two things with a strong exotic flavor from a pile of antique artifacts with rich ethnic style.

  One is an ivory-inlaid gold and silver snuff bottle, with a pure white and delicate texture, and the gold and silver filigree inlays are also quite exquisite. No matter how you look at it, this is a valuable work of art.

  And another thing can be said to be an antique, and also can be called a jewelery.

  This is a necklace full of Russian flavor, the gold chain is nothing to say, but the pendant at the bottom is a large emerald inlaid on an enamel base, as big as a quail egg. The dark green light reflected under the sunlight is like the throne of the Egyptian queen, where the moon goddess Bastet transforms into a black cat's pupil.

  Awesome! Extremely awesome!

  This is simply too beautiful!

  Even Bai Huan, who had never been particularly sensitive to wealth, was deeply enchanted by the mysterious and profound allure of this emerald.

  He patted his chest and guaranteed that if there was a woman who could resist the temptation of this gem, she must go for a physical examination to see if her male hormone secretion had increased.

  The treasure was in hand, but his soul was dizzy for more than ten seconds, and Bai Huan immediately woke up.

  Under the bewildered gaze of the two men, he first rowed the small boat back to the island in the middle of the lake, picked up Miao Xing's spy and got on board, and then rowed towards the shore without stopping.

  Rowing on one side and tying two treasures to the big raccoon dog's body on the other.

  Arriving at the shore, Bai Huan tried the tightness and felt it was just right.

  Pat the cat's butt and point to a small grove in the depths of the park that is overgrown with weeds due to lack of maintenance: "Go."

  Just then, the big cat darted out without looking back, and after a few leaps, it disappeared into the dense grass.

  Bai Huan smiled contentedly, then turned around to face the two people's astonished expressions. He immediately put on a serious and solemn expression like a researcher: "Police dogs are outdated, this is a police cat, our city bureau's latest patented achievement! Do you know about Black Cat Police Chief? It's based on that prototype, the latest investigative tool developed."

  If two people still believe him, then they must have shit in their brains!

  However, the literary man was fine, with a bewildered and helpless expression. Anyway, whether it's the public security or the underworld (who can control the big raccoon dog), they're all not something he can handle.

  But the expression of the antique dealer was wonderful, his face was twisted and distorted, then his gaze fell on the big black star that originally belonged to him, after a while he still lost his air, pursing his lips reluctantly saying: "You now secretly hide these two things, aren't you afraid that when I get to the police station, everything will be revealed?"

  He didn't bother with Bai Guang, but instead turned to the refined man: "After those two things are sold, I'll take a quarter of the money and use it for Grandma's medical treatment. Also, I'll put in a good word for you in front of your wife."

  "Huh? Ah...... I......" He didn't expect Bai Huan to come up with this condition, and the elegant man was instantly stunned.

  However, he was forced to guard against theft due to his mother's medical expenses.

  Having committed theft and robbery, helping to conceal a trivial matter is nothing.

  Having dealt with the refined man, Bai Huancai turned to the antique dealer again, his face filled with pain and indignation: "Hey, brother, cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. You're also a fellow who mixes in this circle, you can't not know this, right?"

  I...

  His face was covered with dry bloodstains, mixed with sweat, and a few strands of his wig were wet and stuck to his forehead and temples, making him look extremely disheveled. At this moment, after hearing Bai Huan's words, he could only hate that he couldn't flay this little boy alive.

  But circumstances were stronger than him, and he could only hum a sound, apparently having made up his mind not to let Bai Huan get away with it.

  Seeing this person's stubborn attitude, Bai Huan didn't get angry, but instead shook his head regretfully: "Then it's up to you, anyway even if you expose me, whether others believe it or not is another matter. Do you want to tell the public security that we privately kept two foreign cultural relics and let a cat take them away?"

  The antique dealer was immediately speechless, after all, what he had witnessed with his own eyes was too challenging to human common sense.

  Moreover, Bai Huan had left a trick up his sleeve - he never had a fixed "imperial" fox spirit, precisely to prevent situations like this.

  If it's a certain cat or dog that often appears around you, others might suspect that it's your specially trained pet.

  Now it's readily available and mostly stray cats and dogs, so the possibility of being suspected is undoubtedly much smaller.

  "Besides, oh." Bai Huan picked up a branch and gently poked it at his face: "If you really leak the news out, I also have ways to deal with you. For example, one morning, the prison in Xijiang City has an inmate who died, and was bitten to death by rats, isn't this explosive news?"

  The antique dealer's breathing tightened, and his pupils also shrunk: "You... don't scare me! I'm not someone who can be intimidated, and I've even been bitten by rats, haha..."

  Although he said so, he still involuntarily sat back and retreated, his molars chattering.

  Bai Huang looked at him quietly, her expression as if she was paying respects to the deceased: "Your IQ... So what do you think about that cat just now?"

  The two people stopped talking and looked at each other with a blank stare, no different from looking at a madman and a devil.

  "Hey, don't look at me with such a fearful gaze. Generally speaking, I won't kill people to silence them! And I rarely go after the relatives and friends of my enemies to vent... Ah, right, judging from your accent, you seem to be a local too..."

  The scholarly man was a bit better off, after all, he had obtained Bai Huan's guarantee, but the eyes of that cultural relic dealer had completely lost their luster, and there was no longer any desire to resist.

  Is that it?

  Bai Guang was somewhat unexpectedly holding his chin, what did he even do? He just ran his mouth a bit, how could he possibly be so shameless as to retaliate against this person's family.

  But Law Order's intimidation seems to be quite effective when combined with Druid's abilities, I should practice more in the future.

  It's indeed the essence of Druid, and its wonderful use depends on one's mind. It's really not something that those DPS enthusiasts and MT tough guys can comprehend.

  Nodding very satisfactorily, Bai Huan took out his mobile phone and dialed the three digits 110.