The sky collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to Nanluoguxiang.

By this time, Zhao Gao and the other young workers were trembling uncontrollably.

In contrast, Liu Qiang, the mastermind, remained calm. He quietly kicked Zhao Gao beside him and whispered:

"Why are you panicking? Our main concern right now is figuring out how to move the fabric out of the warehouse."

"Brother Liu Qiang, but... but we're surrounded, how are we going to move it?" Zhao Gao stammered.

"Are you out of your mind? Can't you think of a solution?"

As soon as Zhao Gao finished speaking, Wu Tian noticed the commotion.

He swept his gaze across the group's faces, his tone utterly blunt: "What are you all discussing? Did you steal the cloth?"

"Injustice! Injustice, comrade!"

Liu Qiang quickly waved his hand and pointed at Zhao Gao and the others: "These brothers somehow got food poisoning at noon today and now need to use the restroom, so they wanted me to let you know."

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and clutched his stomach, crying out, "Ouch, ouch!"

The other young workers quickly followed suit, each clutching their stomachs.

Just then, Zhou Zhiming walked over with a gun.

"Stomach ache? I was fine just now, and now my stomach hurts all over? Are you kidding me?"

"Comrade, everyone knows when the time comes, and no one can say for sure," Liu Qiang said with a forced smile. "Please be lenient and let them go to the outhouse first."

"No!" Zhou Zhiming shook his head, his attitude firm: "None of you are allowed to leave before my master returns."

Seeing that his soft approach wasn't working, Liu Qiang's eyes darted around, and his voice involuntarily rose:

"Comrade, you need to understand that we are not criminals, and you are not the police. You have no right to restrict our personal freedom."

As soon as he finished speaking, the workers, who were already holding back their anger, were immediately stirred up.

"Yeah! You lost your stuff, what does that have to do with us?"

"Exactly, what right do they have to point guns at us?"

"Brothers, let's go! Let's see who dares to stop us!"

Several bolder workers started pushing forward, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

Although everyone at the transport station was carrying a gun, none of them dared to actually fire it.

Liu Qiang hid behind the workers, a smug smile on his lips. He had deliberately said those words to the workers.

Just at this critical moment, a gunshot rang out, shattering the atmosphere.

The workers who were pushing forward all fell silent.

Zhao Gao and the other young workers who had just slipped out were also frightened by the shot and retreated.

Everyone looked toward where the shooting had taken place, and saw Qian Dazhuang raising his gun and pointing it at the sky, with white smoke rising from the muzzle.

"Try taking one more step forward and see if I dare to shoot you," he said expressionlessly.

The workers looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

Liu Qiang never expected that someone in the transport team would actually dare to fire a gun.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly: "Comrade, what do you mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything, I just want you to stay where you are."

Qian Dazhuang lowered the gun and looked at the group of workers: "I understand how you feel, but losing twenty bundles of cloth from our truck is no small matter."

"But we didn't steal it!" someone in the crowd muttered.

"Yes, you may not have stolen it, but you are suspects."

Qian Dazhuang glanced in the direction from which the voice had just been spoken, and slowly explained:

"But as long as we wait for the police to arrive, whether they find anything or not, your suspicion will be cleared. If you leave now, then it will be really hard to explain."

The man who had spoken earlier paused, then instinctively asked, "Comrade, what's going on?"

The other workers were also puzzled and all looked at Qian Dazhuang with curiosity.

"Think about it, it's impossible to move more than twenty bundles of cloth in such a short time. If none of you stole it, then it definitely won't be found out; if you did steal it, then the place where it's hidden must not be far away, and with so many of you, someone must have seen it."

After Qian Dazhuang finished speaking, the workers, who had a clear conscience, thought about it carefully and nodded unconsciously.

At the same time, an older worker stepped forward: "This comrade is right. Everyone, stop making a scene. If we leave now, we'll really become suspects."

As soon as he finished speaking, the workers all responded in unison.

"Old Sun is right. We haven't done anything wrong, so what are we afraid of?"

"Yes, we'll wait. Anyone who tries to run away now is guilty!"

They simply sat down where they were and stared at each other.

In an instant, only Zhao Gao and a few young workers remained standing, surrounded by the people from the transportation station.

Their abrupt behavior was quickly noticed by a middle-aged worker sitting nearby:

"Zhao Gao, if you really have stomach aches, just do it right here. Don't even think about leaving our sight."

He remembered that it was these same people who had been yelling about needing to use the restroom, which had caused all this trouble.

Zhao Gao's face flushed red, and his hand, which was covering his stomach, froze. He said awkwardly, "No need, Brother Zhou, I... I don't feel that much pain in my stomach anymore."

After saying that, he glanced around furtively, then squatted down with his fellow young workers.

In contrast, Liu Qiang had already squatted down.

Outside, Wu Tian watched this scene unfold and nudged Qian Dazhuang with his elbow: "Not bad, Dazhuang, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve."

Qian Dazhuang put away his gun and said calmly, "Alright, Lao Wu, let's not talk about this now. Let's wait until Kaixin comes back."

"Alright, alright, you're acting all mysterious now." Wu Tian shook his head with a smile, then turned back to stare at the group of workers.

A few more minutes passed before Zhao Gao gradually recovered from his earlier panic.

He looked around, found Liu Qiang's location, and quietly moved over.

Liu Qiang was preoccupied with figuring out how to deal with what was to come and was completely unaware of the commotion beside him.

"Brother Liu Qiang!" Zhao Gao called softly as he approached.

Liu Qiang was startled and quickly came to his senses: "Zhao Gao, what are you doing here?"

"I... I just want to ask, what do we do now? Once Captain Li brings the police back, we're all finished."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qiang sighed:

"Zhao Gao, I have no choice. Let's do as we agreed before. If they find out later, I'll take the blame alone."

"Brother Liu Qiang, how can this be?" Zhao Gao said, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, enough nonsense." Liu Qiang put on a resolute look. "Don't stay with me now, in case you're suspected of being my accomplice later."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Liu Qiang!" Zhao Gao looked touched, but his body honestly moved away again.

Liu Qiang watched his retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips, and cursed him inwardly as "idiot."

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