Tie Niu marched up the cable-car landing with two squirming figures dangling from his massive iron gauntlets.
He dropped them unceremoniously onto the polished quartz tiles like a pair of wet laundry bags.
Liu Yan scrambled across the floor, her fake leopard-print jacket coated in black grease and spiderwebs.
Her heavy makeup was streaked with soot, and three of her long acrylic fingernails were snapped down to the quick.
Beside her, Situ Hao lay groaning on his back, clutching a bent steel crowbar.
His designer silk tunic was ripped across the chest, exposing pale skin covered in chimney soot.
“Chairman Lin,” Tie Niu rumbled, kicking the bent crowbar away with his combat boot. “We caught these two vermin crawling through the ventilation ducts above the third-level treasury vault. They had three burlap sacks and an illegal lockpick array.”
Liu Yan looked up, her gaze locking onto Lin Mo.
