Chapter 138

Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu looked at the finger pointing at them, somewhat incredulous, "No, Officer Zhang, we're from the same village as them, it was Uncle Duan who asked us to come help."

"Yeah, comrade, they came to rescue my son, I can testify to that." Duan Chunsheng stood up and patted his chest as he said.

Upon hearing Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu wanted to stay, Duan Yong also looked surprised, "Comrade, I'm the victim, those two came to rescue me, otherwise my family would still be swindled out of money."

"Alright, stop talking, I'll tell you." Officer Zhang interrupted Ye Cheng, who still wanted to speak.

"First, this is a case of a gang that specializes in setting up scams, but our investigation found that Longge is a wanted criminal; if true, you two can receive a reward."

Upon hearing there was a reward, Ye Cheng found it utterly unbelievable; no wonder that guy was so tough to deal with—turns out he's a wanted criminal.

That makes sense; as a minor boss, dropping some gold coins is only fitting.

Hearing Officer Zhang say he would reward Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, Duan Chunsheng and his son also relaxed, smiling as they said, "Officer Zhang, look at you—we thought you were going to arrest them."

Officer Zhang snorted coldly, "We're just going to detain them temporarily."

This sudden change left the four people present unsure what to say, so they simply looked at Officer Zhang, waiting for him to speak.

"You are indeed rescuing people, a fact we've clarified, but there is also an issue of excessive defense and using undue force, so we will temporarily detain you until we sort things out."

Upon hearing that, Ye Cheng immediately understood.

He understands this all too well.

Not until Longge's case came to light in later times was the matter of justifiable defense clarified somewhat.

Nowadays, all we can do is try to find someone.

"Officer Zhang, may I make a phone call?" Ye Cheng asked eagerly; he didn't want to stay here either.

"Sure."

This Officer Zhang didn't make things difficult for Ye Cheng, simply handing the phone back to him.

"A Cheng, what should we do? Why are the police trying to arrest you?" Duan Chunsheng was beside himself with worry.

He feels terrible now—he invited Ye Cheng over, yet he himself is fine while Ye Cheng got arrested.

"It's okay, Uncle, I'll make a call." Ye Cheng comforted Duan Chunsheng while thinking about who to call.

At 2 a. m., still able to answer the phone, and with enough connections willing to help, the only person Ye Cheng could think of was Zhao Zhiming.

This guy looks like a wealthy second-generation scion who likes to hang out; given his personality and family background, his network is surely extensive.

He might know someone.

Walking to the corner of the room, Ye Cheng dialed Zhao Zhiming's number; after seven or eight rings, just as Ye Cheng felt it was hopeless, the call connected, and the other end was filled with deafening noise, with frenetic, dynamic metal music blasting from the phone.

It was already past midnight, yet it could be this loud—probably a bar.

"Hey! A Cheng, you looking for me?" Zhao Zhiming's hoarse, strained voice came through the earpiece, clearly the sound of someone a bit tipsy from drinking.

Ye Cheng moved the phone away from his ear, the vibration making his ears ache.

"Find a quiet place." The other side's volume was too high; with no alternative, Ye Cheng had to shout.

Officer Zhang glanced at him, but didn't say much; at this hour, still able to club, you're either rich or a thug—first, let's see the situation.

"Fine, wait for me, I'm coming out of the room."

After a moment, the phone's volume lowered, and it felt as if the whole world had grown much quieter.

"Calling me at this hour in the middle of the night—must be urgent." Who would call at this time of night for no reason?

"Yeah, Zhao Bro, I've been picked up by the police station; do you know anyone who can pull some strings to get me out? I don't want to spend the night here."

Yes, frankly speaking, given Ye Cheng and company's circumstances today, they'd surely be released within a day or two at most.

But Ye Cheng is afraid of being in this detention center.

Although he never experienced it in his previous life, that doesn't mean he wants to try it this time.

Locked up for a night, who knows if he'll end up in the same cell as those yellow-haired punks—whether something will happen, even heaven wouldn't dare guarantee.

"What? What did you do? Harass a little girl?" Hearing Zhao Zhiming from the police station show no tension at all, still joking around, Ye Cheng felt somewhat relieved—this guy must be confident, otherwise he wouldn't be so relaxed.

Over the phone, Ye Cheng gave a rough rundown of the events; after hearing it, Zhao Zhiming was absolutely delighted,

"No way, you—a fishing bum—going after a wanted criminal, how idle are you?"

"Zhao Bro, I'm also here to save people—can you get this done?"

"Sure, what can't be done? Which police station?"

"Health Road Police Station."

"Damn! Health Road Police Station—hold on, I know their chief; I can get you released straight away."

Ye Cheng's face darkened with black lines—damn it, I asked you to use connections to get me out first, not to break the law or regulations.

Ye Cheng was about to hang up when Zhao Zhiming added, "By the way, did you know you made it into the fishing competition finals?"

"Huh?" Ye Cheng felt his head buzz; this news was explosive—I wasn't even 31st place, was I?

No, right now I need to get out, not the time to think about that.

"Zhao Bro, my Zhao Bro, first get me out, then we can talk about the finals later, okay?"

"Sure, sure, just a matter of one word. Let me tell you: someone got hospitalized in a car accident, so your 31st-place substitute moves up to the finals. The finals are in three days—crush them and bring back first place!"

After Zhao Zhiming rattled off a bunch of stuff, he hung up and started making calls.

Did I make it into the finals?

hearing Zhao Zhiming say that makes it seem true—being able to get in as a substitute, my luck is hard to judge as good or bad.

However, Ye Cheng knows one thing: his fishing skills are a bit lacking; three days, right? Today is the 12th, three days later is the 15th—he needs to practice, relying on the system alone won't cut it.

Not long after Zhao Zhiming hung up, Officer Zhang's phone rang.

He answered with a respectful face, saying "yes" several times, then whispered a few words, nodded, and hung up.

After hanging up, he pointed at Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, "Come on, you two, pay 500 yuan as bail, and then you can go."

"If we need anything further, we'll contact you again."

"500?" Duan Chunsheng muttered under his breath.

Alright, let's do it. Ye Cheng was very straightforward; 500 yuan to avoid staying in the police station was a great deal.

After paying the money, Officer Zhang added another sentence: "Regarding your capture of the fugitive, our superiors also said they would apply for a reward for you, according to the rank, this Longge should be ten thousand yuan, but this money will take some time; once the application is approved, we will notify you to come collect it."

Moreover, Ye Cheng hadn't expected this good fortune.