Wu Xiong gave a bitter smile and spoke.
Seeing this, Liu Genshui didn't know what to say either, so he could only hand him a cigarette.
Wu Xiong silently took it, but didn't light it. Instead he looked up at him and asked again:
"How are the people from Feng Village… being handled?"
Feng Jiancun had been arrested, but that didn't mean everyone in Feng Village had to be taken in!
Take those old folks in their sixties and seventies for example — they didn't know the details of the case. They'd secretly been enjoying the benefits brought by Feng Jiancun's criminal influence, but in the end they hadn't directly broken the law.
So, legally speaking, the police had no right to touch them.
"It's a bit tricky."
Liu Genshui shook his head, then suddenly shifted the topic and looked at him.
"But in the end it still has to be you guys who deal with it."
"You know how it is."
"Most of the ones from Feng Village who took part in the crimes are young people."
