Around 4:10 in the afternoon.
Traffic Police Second Team.
Wang Zhoubin saw it was getting late, so he called out to his old partner Sun Linhai not far away: "Linhai, let's go, we need to head to the West City Old Street for duty..."
Sun Linhai glanced at the time and said somewhat indifferently, "Zhou Bin, it's just after four. Isn't it a bit early for us to go now?"
"It's not early. If we go any later, the whole street will be jammed."
Wang Zhoubin stepped forward, trying to pull his old partner's arm: "Come on, stop dawdling. If we manage the traffic over there early, we can head to Delicious Restaurant nearby sooner, right?"
Once food was mentioned, Sun Linhai perked up and quickly got up: "Alright, alright, let's go now, let's go now..."
The two grabbed their hats and hurriedly walked out of the hall to the parking area.
They put on their helmets, mounted their motorcycles, and rode all the way to West City Old Street.
It's less than four kilometers from here.
