"Grocery delivery from the supermarket."
Gao Bo casually made up an excuse.
From the middle-aged supermarket owner's confession, they learned that the owner of Tian Tian Apartments lived in his own apartment, with a sign on the first door.
He regularly ordered essentials like water and instant noodles from the supermarket, which were mixed with methamphetamine and smoking pipes.
The profits were extremely high.
A regular 1-yuan lighter, with a string, could be sold for 3 yuan, while a small glass pipe went for 50, and a large one for as much as 500 yuan!
"Coming..."
The apartment owner responded, and instantly, the three heard footsteps approaching the door.
Gao Bo placed his right hand on the door handle, pressed his ear against it to locate the source, while extending three fingers on his left hand.
Two fingers.
One finger!
