Chapter 791: Learn a Lesson

"You little brat…"

Wang Shouyi opened with his usual line, sighing as he looked at Wang Yan, who wore a carefree grin. "Causing me trouble? Fine. But don't you care about your own safety? I know the full situation—Zhao's family is now cornered and desperate; once they act, there's no room for regret."

It was already morning, and Wang Shouyi had slept well last night. After Wang Yan arrested Zhao Peng, no one called Wang Shouyi, the lowly station chief—they all called Song Ju. After all, if Wang Shouyi were truly effective, his subordinate Wang Yan would never have done something this suicidal.

"You—you didn't I tell you? Gather evidence first, investigate slowly. Now look—you've made such a huge commotion, giving them time to prepare and making our job harder, while putting yourself in danger. Why the rush? You're usually sharp—why did you go dumb on this?"

Gao Chao nodded repeatedly: "Chief's right. You were reckless this time."

"Zhao Zhangyi's issues are old news—we should proceed gradually. You're still too young," said Cheng Suo.

"Why don't you stay at the station for now? Xia Jie too—don't go out. Your personal safety comes first," said the political instructor, concerned for Wang Yan and Xia Jie's lives.

This was the small meeting room—all the station leaders were here, criticizing, caring, protecting.

Wang Yan smiled: "I originally planned to go in, check IDs, find drug users, and hand them over to Liu's team for quick investigation. But then this guy, Song Ju, just walked right into my lap—bribing me, threatening me. I was just doing drugs—you think I know less than you? So I figured, better to cut the Gordian knot: just arrest me outright."

Later, Liu's team told you: if that guy could've spoken easily, it'd be because his family's lives were threatened. And I also told you—after that, the anti-drug squad leaked info several times. Think about it: if you've already arrested the manager, might as well go all the way—just bring back He Xin, easier that way. Now it seems, though it was sudden, the outcome's still good."

We believe it too, because every officer in the city's public security system has a copy of Zhao Peng and his henchmen's info to assist in the arrest operation.

"What's there to advise? What, are police afraid to be seen? Or are you afraid someone's watching? Isn't everything supposed to be transparent now? You want to see how I enforce the law—here, watch."

But Xia Jie didn't care about that little drama—only overwhelming force could kill her.

Holding her phone, she scanned the office area, then the various rooms inside, giving a detailed rundown of the station's environment, pointing to the wall's jurisdiction map, explaining the overall situation of Siwaihe, then briefly describing the Dark Zone, urging netizens to follow the Dark Zone's account—Xia Jie was still thinking of Wang Yan…

Clearly, Xia Jie had given him a chance—she didn't arrest him immediately after he insulted her, which proved her point. Her crying and wailing? Genuine regret? She didn't even believe it herself. A loose mouth must pay for its looseness. After deliberation, she decided: ten days administrative detention, plus a seven-hundred-yuan fine.

She parked the car by the roadside, flanked by two bodyguards, turned on her bodycam, and watched the surveillance cameras along the shaded road.

Otherwise, if someone's good intentions led things to spiral out of control, we will legally take corresponding measures and hold him accountable—this point, everyone must remember. Now, I will open a live stream using the Siwaihe Police Station's account. Everyone, search 'Siwaihe Police Affairs' and follow the stream. I will livestream this entire incident and ensure a satisfactory outcome for both sides and for the countless viewers behind their screens."

"Of course not. Can't you see? Aren't there really that many people?" Xia Jie still smiled.

"I'm going to post this—let people see how police bully ordinary citizens. I'm telling you, I'm live-streaming—there are a thousand people watching right now. You'd better watch your attitude."

The man turned his phone screen toward her—indeed, over a thousand viewers, still climbing by dozens, heading toward two thousand.

He'd just acted impulsively, but Wang Yan had clearly taken a side. If anyone else had tried—even if they had the guts to arrest He Xin, arresting the son of another district leader—today's chaos wouldn't have happened. Later, the arresting officer would've had to slog through archives and libraries, working until retirement…

Before the urban management officers arrived, Fan Qing still held his phone up to the man standing dazedly under punishment, interacting with netizens, even linking a call to answer legal questions and procedural issues.

With that level of intensity, Ping'an City's 110 emergency calls reached an all-time high that day. You saw the benefits of police action—though it made Ping'an City feel unsafe, overall urban life wasn't affected much—just slightly harder to leave the city; everything else remained normal.

There are always fools doing foolish things. Fan Qing shook his head and smiled: "No problem. Come on—did you bring your ID? Giving your ID number works too. As for whether to broadcast this? That's entirely up to you."

"Let's go. If you don't cooperate, I'll put handcuffs on you and forcibly take you away," Wang Shouyi bluntly warned.

"Siwaihe Police Station officer—Xia Jie. Who called the police? Show your IDs." Xia Jie gave a standard salute, calmly observing the two groups gathering around.

"You think it's impossible? These are big leaders—they wouldn't care about something this small, right? Besides, isn't the outcome good? Can't get worse than it already is."

As she spoke, Xia Jie greeted the seven station leaders outside, then strolled away leisurely.

Xia Jie waved her hand: "I don't care about credit or glory—arresting Old Zhao Peng is what matters."

"Look at this—he's turned the tables and even praised us," Fan Qing sighed helplessly. "But he's right—there are too many helpless things in this world. His shoulders are narrower than Wang Yan's—we can't hold up."

Xia Jie glared at the man opening his mouth to protest, then continued interacting with netizens: "This netizen's comment is classic moral blackmail. Right now you're insulting me—I'm a people's police officer. Our country has laws explicitly protecting respect. According to…"

Fan Qing laughed, smiling at the troublemaker: "You better put your phone away and fix it—if you break it, we'll make you pay."

The family of eight said no thanks—they'd just take a taxi. Fan Qing added: "And take a receipt for the taxi—everything's reimbursed." His attitude was extremely rude.

People love silence, and combined with the police's good reputation, plus dog-walking injuries—all highly representative, highly viral.

"Ah, that's true. If Old Zhao Peng weren't powerful, how could your power shine? Isn't that right? Poor you—everyone says behind every hero stands a silently sacrificing man. Zhao's family—poor you." Xia Jie's performance was rich, naturally reaching out to stroke his cheek and tweak his ear. After prolonged intimate contact, Wang Mou had mastered Zhao's sensitive points—this was one of them…

No more idle chat with Zhao's family—it was too hard to stop once started. Fan Qing immediately picked up his thermos and left, as always, driving to the bar street.

"Even though we've arrested all of Old Zhao Peng's people, there are still many uncaught. Just in case. This isn't a joke—if something happens later, you won't even have a place to cry."

"Show me—the livestream viewers are all recording. I don't believe you'd dare do anything." The woman spoke firmly, her tone tinged with pride—perhaps delighted they'd found a shortcut to fame.

"No need to be so polite—I know everyone's busy. Alright, put the dog back in the carrier and issue the fine according to regulations."

These were certainly not pleasant words, yet they analyzed the two parties' behavior, and even gave Xia Jie a thumbs-up for fair enforcement—all harmonious.

Arriving at the park's central square, a circle of people stood scattered, watching the clearly divided groups chatter. One side: a family of eight—the woman bald, the man peculiar, the big one chubby with small eyes full of tears, burying his face in his father's arms. The other side: a man and woman, seemingly in their late seventies to early eighties, holding an unruly German Shepherd—a small but aggressive dog.

"Understood, understood."

"You're full of shit—it's clearly…"

"Bro, why not rest a bit? Besides, Zhao's people hate you now—better not show your face."

They'll apologize, then, at some future dinner or drink, casually mention it—as if they care—saying how insincere the apology was, how little it meant, how shameless and arrogant I seemed, as if I'd gotten away with something huge—but in truth, someone else understood me better…

I won't say anything bad, but Fan Qing—someone like him who thrives in our jurisdiction—these people in twenty years will have no sense of responsibility. Cheng Suo says it's an old problem, and this guy has been quiet these past two years—but that doesn't mean his threat is gone. He must be crushed early, to restore clarity to Siwaihe.

"Let's wait a few minutes."

Hearing Xia Jie's words, she nodded: "I've been ready all along—I knew you wouldn't let me go out."

"How can you not go out? You're afraid of them? No need to hide. Besides, everyone in Ping'an City is busy with Old Zhao Peng's case—if the one who exposed the lid hides away, does that make sense? Don't go. But you—you're not on duty, but when answering calls, stay alert. That bunch is crazy now—they might do something insane any second. Alright, stay here. I have to go out on patrol."

Now we don't need clues or evidence—just follow the trail, arrest every single one of Old Zhao Peng's people, one by one. No need to overthink.

"Do we even need to calculate? You and Wang Shouyi fired the first shot, interrogated Song Ju. Even though the follow-up work isn't yours, the frontline officers of Ping'an City's public security have the most credit. Old Zhao Peng's case is so big—if the leaders have even a little heart, giving you a first-class merit isn't excessive. But I doubt it—they'll probably give you a second-class merit, grudgingly."

"…No proof—didn't bring it. Vaccines? Already done—all at home, didn't bring them."

Similarly, the netizen named 'Kick the Cripple's Good Leg'—just like the previous netizen who called the cops—accused you of 'abusing power to harass the masses.' He took screenshots. Within seven days, local police will contact him. He's now questioning the legality of your enforcement—I hope he can provide evidence; otherwise, I will use legal means to protect my legitimate rights. I hope he can…"

Such a large operation, releasing so many photos to arrest and hunt people—talking about secrecy is meaningless. Though Xia Jie only visited a few urban management contract workers and didn't know the top urban management leaders, that didn't stop others from recognizing her—she's now publicly known in Ping'an City as a force to be reckoned with.

His current behavior is technically a violation—he's a public official, and livestreaming has procedures—or rather, 'anything public' has procedures. Videos released by the station for official tasks must be reviewed by both the chief and political instructor before being posted.

Fan Qing didn't need to look—he knew what she was thinking, and shook his head smiling: "Don't dream. Our operation was reckless this time. What time is it? Not National Day. If our actions weren't proper, wouldn't we be giving leadership a black eye during National Day? Making such a huge commotion, arresting people everywhere—even if we banned sharing, we can't stop public discussion. Do you think the leaders are happy? If they don't have another way to punish us, they're just being petty."

But I was forced to livestream—it was this man who provoked me first. I had no choice—to protect my honor as a police officer, to prevent him from riding my coattails for attention—that's why I livestreamed. I'm not making excuses…

Why must people always demand an apology whenever there's a dispute? Everyone knows apologies are useless, everyone knows they're not sincere—so why insist on them?

Ever since these internet saints appeared and started speaking, the comments turned foul. Xia Jie outputted high intensity—only pinned two people—and the comments instantly cleared. No one believes a police officer speaking to seven thousand people would lie or be bluffing—that's basic common sense.

Urban management and police are separate systems—no direct authority over each other. But judging from the attitude of these people now, Xia Jie seems able to manage urban management…

Rarely does a story lack a beginning and yet still allow one to foresee its end.

They chatted for nearly seventy minutes, when seven urban management officers climbed down from a pickup truck with no cage, hurried over, and wiped sweat from their foreheads: "Really sorry, Officer Wang—we weren't on duty, had to fetch the cage again, so we came late."

At the time, Wang Yan hadn't yet assembled all the police forces from the branch's precincts, had contacted the municipal bureau for support, and the municipal bureau had dispatched another eight branch units, mobilizing railway police, airport police, and traffic police together to seal off all traffic in the city, even deploying special police for direct arrest operations.

"Jiwei, call the urban management and tell them to come pick up the dog." Xia Jie looked at the woman who had gone limp. "Hand the dog over to urban management first. Once you pay the fine, you won't be able to reclaim it—before then, get the rabies vaccine and register the dog. Understood?"

Of course we'd make such matters public. The man stepped back a little. Xia Jie used her police device to check the woman's ID number: one record for drunk driving, one for fighting—both resulted in detention. No major issues.

Xia Jie glanced at the scrolling comments, smiled, and showed her phone screen to him: "They demanded the livestream. Now they want you to shut it off? Look for yourself—what are they saying down there?"

Arresting someone like Xia Jie, a core member, broke the case open—it looked complicated, but anyone could do it, because someone was willing to take the risk, so only brute force worked. It had no technical merit, yet it was Xia Jie, this big cop, who gritted her teeth and pushed through. That's why she had self-awareness—even the Third-Class Merit was given with clenched teeth. It wasn't a great achievement, but it made enemies.

You're not deliberately targeting me. You're not abusing power for personal gain. Your enforcement is reasonable and compliant. If you're dissatisfied, you can file a complaint, apply for administrative review, petition, or report me—I'll take it all. I just want you to know: you must pay the price for your actions.

The woman was reprimanded. When the entire family returned from the hospital, they bowed deeply in apology, and paid for all vaccination costs—including the next few shots—and even reimbursed the taxi fares for their round trips. They gave a full bow on the spot and signed the mediation agreement.

All their drug-related matters were confessed. Just the cases tied to them were shocking enough to warrant executing our entire family four times over. Such a tumor—keeping it alive even one more day is our negligence. Tell them: their leaders should praise themselves.

"You're delusional. It's true there's no such possibility—but you must rule out the possibility of leadership having ulterior motives." Xia Jie repeated it again, continuing to argue on this point. "Alright, since there's nothing else, let's go visit the merchants. You still need to talk more with the public."

That pair—the ones who wanted fame, walked dogs without leashes, refused to take responsibility when the dog scratched a child, not only refused but reported the police to extort money, insulted Xia Jie, denigrated police, and obstructed official duties—ended up exactly as expected.

"No need. I have no problems. The more this happens, the more I must go out. Look at those hiding people watching me, their mortal enemy—can they really hold back?"

Before the clearly victimized family could speak, the woman holding the dog said: "Officer, it was me who called the police—we wanted to extort money. My dog just brushed against your child, then pulled you back, wouldn't let you leave, demanded compensation. Officer, you have to pay me…"

Perhaps because today's disputes were so numerous, people had all focused on studying why the police were making such a big show—channeling all their energy into gossiping, listening for news, and watching the spectacle…

But Xia Jie said no more, because she didn't want to waste breath arguing with people who had nothing to do with this—also sparing the woman from online abuse.

Zhao Zhangyi feared danger mainly because Zhao Peng's henchmen hadn't been fully cleaned up; they might still harbor other intentions. After all, the instigator was Xia Jie. My side might, due to leadership's ulterior motives, barely grant her a Third-Class Merit—but to those people, this cut off their income stream, even threatened their lives. No one understands better than they do what awaits them if caught.

"Alright, you won't listen anyway. What's the point now? By now, it's probably already counted as merit?" Zhao Zhangyi was exhausted. She was an ancestor—he had no way.

Although notices had been issued stating that, to protect public safety, holiday time would be used for a routine public security inspection, no one believed it…

"If you don't go out, then I'll just wait. Once this period passes, we'll catch all of you." Fan Qing looked anxiously at his girlfriend.

"Officer Wang, we don't want to extort money—we just want to reason. We won't ask for a single cent. Now go to the hospital for the shots, then bring the receipts to Siwaihe Police Station. Is that acceptable, Officer Wang?"

By eight a. m., Old Zhao Peng, his sons, sons-in-law, and even Ding Lan—the concubines Zhao Dewen kept—every last one, were arrested.

"I'm just saying this—don't take it to heart. According to Song Ju's confession, their connections reach beyond the province. Our tiny police station? Yesterday, the father of the other big guy I brought in already made us look humble. It's done. No more talking. Eight tribunals won't help now. It's Wang Yan's turn to be tested."

Old Zhao Peng's entire family fled—though they had prepared responses, they never imagined He Xin could hold out for two full days. They confessed everything, dragging the whole family to die with them—true filial sons and grandsons.

If you stepped out today, every slightly larger street would show police and traffic officers on duty; even major roads had patrol cars and motorcycle units. Airports, railways, and expressways presented surreal scenes: those leaving the city were jammed for miles, while those entering still moved, albeit slowly.

The woman gritted her teeth and said: "Officer, I'm wrong. My dog isn't registered and hasn't been vaccinated. I didn't use a leash—the dog ran out and scratched your child. I apologize. I'm sorry. I'm willing to pay one thousand yuan to settle privately. Is that acceptable, Officer? My boyfriend didn't mean to insult you—I wasn't cursing him."

"They're walking their dog nearby, right? Give him time to go home and fetch proof. After he gets it, just go straight to Siwaihe Police Station."

He Xin lived up to expectations, successfully bringing down Old Zhao Peng's entire network.

If someone respects you a foot, you don't need to be polite—that's Xia Jie's hard-won lesson in thick-skinned accumulation. In truth, she didn't even know what "politeness" meant. When urban management officers bowed and greeted her on sight, it was because they were already higher-ranked. If I were polite to them, I'd be pretending.

"You've got some sense." Fan Qingyan laughed bitterly, pointing at Fan Qing. "Alright, you didn't sleep all night—go rest in the dorm."

"So you're still going out?"

After Song Ju revealed the facts, Liu Dui used Fan Qing's confession to interrogate him. The Young Master, who had been waiting for someone to rescue him, immediately confessed—addicted to drugs, with zero resistance. He betrayed his parents without a shred of guilt, revealing everything about Old Zhao Peng. As a core member, as Zhao Peng's eighth-generation descendant, Fan Qing knew everything clearly. Even if he didn't know, guessing was enough to get 90% right.

"Officer Wang, you're Officer Wang, right?" Before the dog-holding woman could continue, the man interrupted. Seeing Xia Jie nod, he spoke slowly: "Officer Wang, you must protect us. This person is too shameless. Look—those scratches on my son's leg? That's from our dog's claw. We…"

Xia Jie pulled out her police ID and opened it: "Viewers on the livestream, hello. I'm Xia Jie, a police officer from Siwaihe Police Station, Heian District, Lusheng City. I understand you all want to post this video online for attention—I can accept that. I take full responsibility for today's enforcement. But when you post the video, do not edit or alter it in any way. Post the full, unedited footage—or don't post at all."

"Just say what you want now. We have eight thousand people watching. If you shut the livestream, they'll say again how the police are this or that, twisting facts—what then? If you have something to say, say it. If not, go home and get your proof."

"Stop. These are two separate issues. Do you even believe what you're saying?" Xia Jie ignored him, turned to the family of eight, and asked: "Is this compensation acceptable?"

Xia Jie turned the camera toward herself, watched the rising live viewership, nodded in satisfaction, then swung the camera to face the man: "Now, close your livestream and put your phone away. Come with us to the station for investigation. As for you, I'll hold onto your dog for now—half a day should be enough. Your family doesn't need to wait—your child's health comes first. Here's my business card. Take your child to the hospital for a tetanus shot, keep the receipt, then come back to the station and ask for me."

Xia Jie wandered with Fan Qingyan and another auxiliary officer all day. Only at eight p. m. did they receive a call—far away, in a park near the bar street.

Those two shameless, cowardly bastards actually tried to use Wang Mou to gain attention. What a ridiculous idea—I struck at the root.

Some netizens said, "Killing is just a matter of time—this man already apologized, why hold him?" Dear netizen, understand this: adults must consider consequences. Besides, you didn't hear his apology—he wouldn't even raise his head. He must come to the station for investigation.

Now it's National Day holiday—the station doesn't handle routine business, only unusually high call volume. But clearly, even without today's big operation, the number of people coming to report incidents during holidays was overwhelming. And many past cases were still pending—after they were all resolved, by early morning, the Zhao family was yawning, done talking.

Because the apology wasn't something the other party genuinely wanted—it came from deep, instinctive revulsion. But the situation forced submission. This incident will make me nauseous for life—I'll carry that breath until I die.

"Shut up." Xia Jie sharply ordered. The dog, held by the woman, tried to bark—Fan Qing shot it a glance and it whimpered. Xia Jie said coldly: "Stay back. Don't get so close. Show your ID."

The man looked at the woman. The woman looked lost. Both turned to Xia Jie. Officer Wang's face was stern as he looked at the woman: "If you don't bring proof to Siwaihe in half a day, we'll arrest you."

Special police and traffic officers were patrolling every street. Municipal criminal police were arresting people everywhere. Special forces were raiding venues. Leaders were coordinating operations from the municipal bureau's command center. Cyber police were all on duty, monitoring information flow in their jurisdictions.

"You're not afraid? You think they can do anything to you? Break your brakes, cause a crash, ambush you, shoot you—only a few possibilities. And after Old Zhao Peng, what can these scattered thugs do? You've seen it now: Old Zhao Peng had only one brain—Zhao Jiwei. The rest are useless. Think about He Xin dragging his whole family to die—how worthless Old Zhao Peng really was."

Of course, saying this alone wouldn't let urban management leaders save face. Xia Jie smiled, handed each of them a business card, told them to call anytime, reminded them to enforce laws civilly, then said no more. She handed her phone to Wang Shouyi and kept filming the man—keeping him in frame. You asked for this yourself. Xia Jie feared future trouble.

"Nothing's best, only better. They're satisfied—who else can do anything? In the end, it's all about power. Once you taste the sweetness of shortcuts, you'll never want to work honestly again. Isn't that how people are?"

Xia Jie held her phone, filming the man with his head raised, watching his demeanor slowly twist. "I noticed a comment: 'Cops are just showing off.' Good. That netizen has courage. I hope he takes responsibility for his words. I've already screenshot and preserved evidence. Within seven days, I'll contact the local public security bureau where he's located. Final handling will be determined by the local authority."

Xia Jie turned to the man: "Sir, you're suspected of insulting police officers. You are now being orally summoned under law. Come with us to the station to assist the investigation. Don't speak now—throwing tantrums won't help. 'Look, he's got a uniform, but he's just like a dog—afraid of dogs, hated by everyone.' Was that your line? My body camera recorded everything. Say nothing. Hold your phone up, facing me."

"Old Zhao Peng's gone. What good is hating me? The remaining thugs are barely saving themselves—they have no time to target me now. If they really come, do you think I'm afraid?"

As she spoke, Fan Qing pulled out his phone and opened the livestream. Come on—today's internet is so advanced. If we weren't under propaganda duties, Xia Jie wouldn't have wanted this. The station staff usually just went through the motions. But now that I've stumbled into this, I won't choose to forcibly shut the livestream and let the public spread rumors and wild speculation.

After fully handling the woman and man, the livestream's viewership peaked at over twenty thousand, followers rising from seven hundred to over ten thousand. Responding to enthusiastic netizen pleas and with Wang Suo's smiling approval, Xia Jie launched the livestream.

After explaining everything, Xia Jie nodded at the man who looked dazed: "What are you standing there for? I'm with you. Everything is public. Interrogation requires confidentiality, but I guarantee you stay within camera view—never leave your sight. Move? Hand over your phone!"

Fan Qing added: "As for your safety, don't worry. Right now, Old Fan Qing is like ants in a cold pot—drugs are a red line. No one knows if it's hidden, but if it's exposed, Old Zhao Peng's ties to heaven won't help. So they have no time to bother me. But the Zhao family still needs to stay out—stay at the station. I have no problems. I'm waiting for them to come."

"Of course it's necessary—you need to sign a mediation agreement. Alright, go quickly. Got a car? If not, we'll drive you."

In a jurisdiction of nearly 180,000 people, such trivial dog incidents were common. Usually, dog owners who were polite just paid and apologized—problem solved. But this kind? They're shameless, refuse to pay. If handled badly, it becomes another case like Cao Army Supervisor's—someone trying to extort two more.

Seeing Xia Jie's serious expression, the woman volunteered: "Um… Officer, can we turn off the livestream?"

As we now witness, crushing Old Zhao Peng wasn't easy under the iron fist. They were powerful—only because no one had moved against them yet. The reason? Old Zhao Peng had connections. Evidence wasn't sufficient. We could only stare helplessly.

Another day of fighting crime—Officer Wang went to brew fresh tea and strolled over to the back dispatch desk, sitting down beside Zhao Jia: "He's got to be outside the station from now on; after Zhao Peng's case is settled, he'll be out all the time."

"Brother Wang, you've got to think about this—when we catch that perverted killer Yue Wei the day after tomorrow, aren't you likely to get an Eighth-Class Merit? Last time you joined him in arresting He Xin and uncovered such a huge case; logically, you should get an Eighth-Class Merit too, right? And that case was even bigger than Yue Wei's. He said there's no chance—but what if you combine those two Eighth-Class Merits into one Seventh-Class Merit?"

Wang Shouyi was currently patrolling with a auxiliary officer; seeing Fan Qing approach, he hurried over with a wide grin, his cold demeanor melting like he'd just seen his own father.

Xia Jie raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman walking the dog. "Are you sure he's calming down?"

Fan Qing resolutely followed Brother Guangpi's orders, said nothing, walked over, took the man's phone, and tapped twice to shut off the livestream.

Netizens' evaluations of me leaned positive, mainly because they saw the deception couldn't be sustained, so I promptly made amends, apologized, and paid compensation. But was that really the case? Someone whose own dog bit another person, yet turned around to bite back, preemptively called the police—searching for any redeeming quality in that woman during this incident is clearly extremely inaccurate.

Of course, if someone truly had conscience and could truly get past it, there's a way—but such people are ultimately few, because most lack awareness, yet stubbornly believe they're righteous, correct, and never wrong.

Hearing Fan Qing's words, Zhao Jia turned green, but when Xia Jie said Old Zhao Peng was useless, he laughed again: "How could he be as bad as you say? If he were truly that useless, how could he have been arrogant for seventy years? Didn't you yourself say earlier that abnormal investigations found no evidence of Zhao Peng's crimes? How could he be as useless as you claim?"

Moreover, you were livestreaming with your phone, pointing fingers at our law enforcement—suspected obstruction of official duties. Let me clarify for everyone here: what exactly counts as obstruction of official duties… Then again, if it were you being cursed, what would you do?

The municipal bureau and branch had long known about Fan Qing's situation, but lacked concrete evidence, and both upper and lower levels had people involved—the web was too broad. So they'd just been muddling along, quietly working behind the scenes. This time, Fan Qing's reckless action shattered the balance. The factions had already become clear: those aligned with Old Fan Qing dared not move, because no one knew when the Discipline Committee might show up.

"He's still young. He's walked through Dongning Village with me, met a few thousand people, but his understanding is still shallow. Jiwei, he still needs training. Those leaders? Maybe they're superior in certain areas, but they're not without flaws—they're not that weak. The flaws these people in Dongning Village have? You'd find the same ones on them. Do the right groundwork, and you'll welcome the right outcome. If it doesn't match your expectations, aren't you going to cry yourself to death?"

Zhao Jia flushed red, slapped away Xia Jie's hand, glanced furtively around, as if he'd just done something wonderful, then said: "After hearing what you said, thinking back on Zhao Peng's crimes, I now feel they deserve to die. How could a person sink so low?"

In reality, arresting Song Ju alone would be enough—his instructions, his testimony, were already enough to tear open a big crack. Zhao Peng would only have time to flee in disgrace. Funny thing: last night, Zhao Jiwei even called to threaten me. But in reality, he made two calls, and I arrested him at seven.

Xia Jie looked at the woman: "Does that dog have registration? Has it been vaccinated?"

The hardest part was probably the manager who'd come along with the coldness—this guy, Fan Qing, said four forbidden words in one sentence. He's truly been spoiled, says anything he wants. But there's a way: discussing cases is inevitable. At this moment, a handsome guy at some obscure location watched the manager pulling his hair, sighed deeply in relief—yes, the method of shifting blame worked perfectly…

Before I even arrived, I'd already sided with that family of eight. After arriving and asking, I found out: the one who let the dog loose was the one who called the police, insulted me, livestreamed me, complained about me, demanded an explanation—I had to deal with him.

The man was straightforward: all his earlier aggression, venom, and sharpness vanished. Sitting in the interrogation room—not the questioning room—he burst into tears, wailing that he regretted it and begged Xia Jie to give him another chance and so on.

The woman was furious, watching the dog cower helplessly, trembling on the ground, and kicked it angrily. But the man in front spoke first: "Look—he's got a whole body of skin, yet he's no different from the dog. Even the dog's scared of him. This guy hates dogs and despises people. Officer, tell me—who carries ID when they go out? I recorded your attitude just now with my phone. I'm going to file a complaint against you."

Because we'd already known in advance, though the incident was sudden, we didn't panic—we immediately released all the information we'd gathered, which triggered this citywide operation. If we'd been truly unprepared, we wouldn't have just arrested Old Zhao Peng—the term "escaped fish" is wrong here, because if that were true, the only thing that slipped out would be Old Zhao Peng and a few other small fry…

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