Chapter 201: If the Tiger Doesn't Show Its Might, Do You Take Me for a Sick Cat?

"What about Professor Wang? Was he injured?"

"Professor Wang returned to Beijing long ago. He isn't even here, so how could he be injured?"

Chen Peng:...

"What was the car blown up by?"

"Firecrackers!"

Chen Peng was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Lin Sicheng, it's the New Year, can you stop dragging out your sentences?"

Lin Sicheng glanced over, watching the few young men closing in:

"Uncle Chen, I'm really not pulling your leg, it's actually quite dangerous: seven or eight punks in their late teens or early twenties used 'Thunder King' firecrackers to blow it up and block the car... then they said they wanted to borrow some money from me to spend, and they also wanted to take my brother-in-law's two younger sisters back to have some fun..."

Chen Peng was half-doubting: Broad daylight, highway robbery, and even trying to forcibly seize women... that doesn't seem very likely, right?

But if things go wrong, something could happen: at around twenty, it's exactly that foolish age where they have absolutely no concept of consequences in their heads. If they get riled up, they could start a fight over a single disagreement.

And that place is so chaotic, it's hard to say which little bastard might be carrying a knife. When the time comes, hurting someone is just incidental, and it wouldn't be impossible for a life to be lost.

Thinking of this, Chen Peng's heart tightened: "You idiot, run..."

"There are two girls here, how am I supposed to run?"

Chen Peng was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up the landline, dialing while cursing: "Why don't you stay in the city, why did you run to that godforsaken place!"

"Uncle Chen, my hometown is in Dongqujiangchi!"

Chen Peng was completely out of patience: How could you be so unlucky?

"Lin Sicheng, listen to me: fine china shouldn't collide with earthenware; when you need to be a coward, just be one. If it doesn't work, run. Getting hit a few times is fine; settle the score later. Don't be anxious, I'm arranging people now, they'll be there in three minutes at most. Even if you run, your two relatives won't be in any danger..."

Instructing him like a child, he picked up the landline receiver again and started cursing as soon as he spoke: "Hu Chenguang, how are you patrolling... do you know there are people blocking the road and robbing others in Dongsanxiao Village?"

Not knowing how the other party answered, Chen Peng roared again, with a high frequency of profanity involving mothers.

While he was still on the phone, the seven or eight young men had already reached the car.

Chen Wenchang feigned composure, shielding the two girls behind him while holding his phone: "What do you want? I'm calling the police..."

"Call your mother, you're calling who?"

Cursing, a young man slapped him across the face. With a "slap" sound, the phone was knocked seven or eight meters away.

"You... why are you hitting people?"

Chen Wenchang instinctively turned his head, preparing to pick up the phone. But before he could turn around, he took another slap to the face.

His glasses flew off instantly, and finger marks appeared on his face.

Feeling only a burning pain, Chen Wenchang was stunned, his lips trembling: "We... we are from Dongqujiangchi..."

The young man paused, squinting: "I'm hitting the ones from Dongqujiangchi..."

The two girls were quite feisty; although their faces were pale, as soon as they saw their brother being hit, they stepped up, ready to tear into them.

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Uncle Chen, the fight has already started..."

Not waiting for Chen Peng to say anything, he hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed over: "Jiayu, Jiayi, you two get in the car first!"

"Get in your mother... you're also from Dongqujiangchi, right?"

The young man cursed and slapped toward Lin Sicheng's face again.

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned Dongqujiangchi, but once they heard it, the others got excited too: in the past, the two villages fought over water and would break into armed brawls at the drop of a hat.

Suddenly, two more rushed up from the side, grabbing Chen Jiayu and Chen Jiayi by the arms.

Lin Sicheng took a step back, dodging the slap. With a swift motion, he pushed the two young men away.

He used great strength and they were holding on tight; with a "rip," the sleeve of Chen Jiayu's down jacket was torn half off. The young man stumbled and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, there was another burst of mocking laughter.

This kid was reckless, or perhaps he felt he had lost face in front of his brothers and couldn't let it go. The young man climbed up, cursed "Fuck your mother," and reached into his pocket.

With a "click," the blade jumped out.

Even Lin Sicheng was stunned.

Whether he really wanted to stab him or just scare him, the young man actually rushed over holding the knife.

Chen Peng had just instructed him to run if things went south, but the problem was, how could he run?

Behind him were the two girls...

Lin Sicheng's eyes turned cold; he yanked the car door open and slammed it shut hard.

The knife fell to the ground, and the young man bent over to pick it up. But just as he reached it, a foot stretched out and kicked the knife under the car.

Then, his hair was pulled tight, as if a pair of pliers were churning around on his head. Following that, his neck felt heavy, his head couldn't help but lower, and a knee came up precisely and squarely.

"Crack!"

After just one strike, Lin Sicheng let go.

The young man immediately clutched his face and crouched down.

At first, he was a bit dazed, feeling as if everything had gone black before his eyes, his head spinning, and it sounded like a thousand bees had crawled into his ears, "buzzing, buzzing, buzzing..."

Immediately after, a wave of intense pain arrived...

"Ah~ ah~... my face, my nose... I... I can't see..."

He was screaming like a slaughtered pig.

It was too fast, too sudden: a second ago, the group of young men were laughing and joking, watching their companion show off. But in the blink of an eye, he was crouching on the ground.

Looking closely, his hands were covering his face, blood was dripping continuously through his fingers, and his shrill screams were enough to pierce an eardrum.

Suddenly, it was like poking a hornet's nest:

"Your mother's X..."

"Kill him..."

"I'll fuck your mother..."

With foul language in their mouths, they clenched their fists and charged up, and one even picked up a brick.

Lin Sicheng lifted his leg and kicked; it is no exaggeration: the twenty-something-year-old strapping young man was kicked until both feet left the ground, knocking over another who was following behind him.

The one on the right raised the brick to smash down, but Lin Sicheng reached up and lifted, sending the hand holding the brick into mid-air. Spotting an opening, Lin Sicheng twisted his waist and swung his hips, landing a punch right under the ribs.

Another sound: "Crack!"

Following a scream, the one on the left also charged up; Lin Sicheng turned slightly and delivered an elbow strike.

"Thud!"

It was as if a hammer had smashed down; a dent appeared on the cheek, and the young man let out an "Ah" and fell backward.

Faster than before, in less than a minute, four of the eight young men had fallen.

The one who took a knee to the face was on the verge of fainting, and the one who took a kick to the stomach sat on the ground groaning.

The one who took a punch to the ribs clutched his waist, his face pale, with bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down incessantly.

There was another one, squatting on the ground clutching his cheek, who spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with two teeth.

The remaining four no longer dared to charge up.

Although the time was short, the commotion was not small; many more people rushed out from the chess and card room next to the shop and from the houses on both sides.

"What's going on?"

"The village kids were beaten by people from Dongqujiang!"

"Damn them... grab your weapons..."

"Make him pay... if he doesn't pay a few hundred thousand, we'll kill him..."

Another burst of wild shouting, even more chaotic than before. Suddenly, over a dozen people surrounded them.

Almost everyone was carrying a weapon: shovels, shoulder poles, hoes, broom handles... someone even held a pig-slaughtering knife in their hand.

Lin Sicheng slammed the car door open, first pulling a screwdriver from under the storage compartment on the side of the door. Then he reached under the steering wheel and pulled out a leather bag.

Holding the screwdriver in a forward grip, he pulled the zipper of the leather bag with a "Zzz" sound.

Suddenly, bright red banknotes were revealed.

He tore open a stack and scattered them with a flick of his hand; the banknotes flew everywhere like snowflakes.

How could there be any reason not to catch money flying right in front of one's eyes?

Some reached out to grab, and others jumped to grab. Some bent down, and others even ran after the banknotes.

In an instant, the group that had just been filled with righteous indignation and shared hatred turned into a chaotic swarm.

Lin Sicheng threw the bag forward again, and nine stacks of banknotes scattered on the ground.

He pointed at the money on the ground, then pointed at Chen Jiayu and Chen Jiayi behind him: "Robbing money, fine! But wanting to rob people?"

Pausing slightly, Lin Sicheng laughed and gestured with the screwdriver: "Come on, try robbing one!"

With a "Swoosh" sound, a hole appeared in the side window of the Jeep Grand Cherokee, and then, like rotten cloth, the entire piece of glass sagged down limply.

Not everyone was a hoodlum who had read few books and only knew how to stir up trouble and show off their bravery.

Nor was everyone blinded by money, valuing money over their lives. They knew exactly what kind of people these few idiots who got beaten were.

Furthermore, not everyone had a grudge against the people of Qujiangchi Village. Some even stood at the entrance from the very beginning, watching from start to finish.

Just as they were thinking about whether to intervene, a fight suddenly broke out. Then, in a flash, people were lying all over the ground. The money was scattered.

And then, there was a hole in the car window, and what this kid on the opposite side said—robbing money, robbing people...

Someone immediately changed their expression and roared loudly: "Don't pick it up, put the money down..."

But how could they be persuaded?

The ones grabbing the most fiercely were the four of the eight young men who were still standing. They were the closest, and in the blink of an eye, the nine stacks of money and the leather bag had vanished without a trace.

The few people who had been standing at the shop entrance watching from start to finish looked at each other in dismay.

A car worth five or six hundred thousand?

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Being able to pull out one hundred thousand yuan casually, and throwing it away as soon as he said so, scattering it as he pleased?

And cutting through them like vegetables, with half of the eight people lying down in the blink of an eye...

Could this be an ordinary person?

The eyelids of the few people twitched, they exchanged glances again, and then, a man in a military uniform walked out.

He was a Major.

He looked at the screwdriver in Lin Sicheng's hand, and his eyelids twitched again.

If he had just arrived, he might have been suspicious. But he had watched from start to finish: this kid not only had training, but his strikes were also vicious.

If anyone really dared to charge up, the screwdriver in his hand would truly take a life.

Turning the thought over in his mind, he forced a smile: "The few idiots were just joking, why did you take it seriously?"

"Joking?"

Lin Sicheng smiled and pointed at the front windshield, "Using a cannon to block a car, the glass shattered, does that count as a joke?"

"Eight people surrounding me, asking to borrow some money to spend, does that count as a joke?"

"Wanting to grab my two relatives and take them back to play around with, does that count as a joke?"

Lin Sicheng lifted Chen Jiayu's hand, pointed at her bruised wrist, and then pointed at the torn sleeve of her down jacket, "Does this count as a joke?"

"If I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have already been stabbed seven or eight times!" Lin Sicheng pointed at the switchblade under the car, "Does that count as a joke?"

"Afterward, being surrounded by over a dozen people, holding knives and sticks, making me pay hundreds of thousands. If I don't pay, they'll kill me; is this also a joke?"

Pausing slightly, Lin Sicheng sighed: "Blocking a car in the street, armed robbery, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit rape... you help them calculate, how many years can they be sentenced to?"

With every sentence, the officer's face grew darker, and the veins on his forehead twitched uncontrollably: this kid was ruthless, and his heart was even more ruthless?

Was he scattering money not just to resolve the siege, but also to send those idiots to prison?

The remaining four blondes had not yet realized the severity of the situation, wondering whether they should pocket the money and sneak away.

One of them, a bit smarter, was wondering whether he should go back and pick up the knife from under the car.

Just as this thought was crossing his mind, there was a "Screech!"

Following the ear-piercing sound of braking, as if they had suddenly popped out of nowhere, three vehicles pulled over to the side of the road.

Two police cars and one Riot Vehicle.

Subsequently, with a "Thump, thump, thump," seven or eight officers in peaked caps and over a dozen Armed Police jumped out of the vehicles. Some held guns, some held batons, and some held shields.

Someone recognized them and shouted, "Director Hu!" Just as they were about to go up to greet him, the Armed Police rushed over.

"Squat down... everyone squat down..."

While shouting, they also raised their batons.

Lin Sicheng saw the opportunity quickly and pulled Chen Jiayu and Chen Jiayi down into a squat. Chen Wenchang was a bit slower and took two blows from the batons.

One blonde tried to run, and an Armed Police officer raised his hand and fired a shot. A rubber bullet hit him in the small of his back, and with a miserable "Ah," he collapsed headfirst.

In an instant, it was like a hornet's nest had been stirred up. The crowd that had just come out and hadn't even figured out what the show was about turned around and ran home.

One only heard a series of "Bang, bang, bang" sounds of doors closing; within a thirty-meter radius of the shop, not a single idler could be seen.

Only that group in the middle, regardless of who was good or bad, were all squatting in a circle, numbering at least twenty-some people.

Only at this moment did Director Hu and a few police officers walk over.

Seeing Lin Sicheng, he was stunned for a moment: No wonder Bureau Chief Chen opened his mouth to curse?

Back when Lin Sicheng was searching for the Zhang Anshi Tomb in the Qujiang area, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen him. The attentiveness and concern Bureau Chief Chen had shown?

When participating in the arrest, he was one of the main forces; he knew very well how that group had been forced out and how much effort Lin Sicheng had put in.

Afterwards, in the internal briefing, everyone at the Section Chief level and above attended. How much of a role Lin Sicheng played in the entire case, Hu Chenguang knew clearly.

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Including the fact that the old Bureau Chief had presented a Military Merit Medal, he had also heard a little about it...

But Hu Chenguang didn't make a sound, letting Lin Sicheng stay squatting while he arranged for the Armed Police to put handcuffs on the people and take them away.

Afterwards, he glanced around again and was stunned once more.

The front windshield was shattered like a spiderweb, with traces of large Firecrackers having exploded on it.

There was a hole in the side window, with a screwdriver still stuck in it.

The Armed Police searched several stacks of money and a leather bag from the bosoms of the blondes. This included banknotes on both sides of the road that hadn't been finished being snatched up.

One girl's down jacket sleeve was torn halfway, and both girls had bruises on their wrists.

The key was the four lying or squatting there: two had fractures, one had two teeth knocked out, and another might have injured his spleen...

When a colleague picked up a switchblade from under the car, Director Hu could no longer remain calm, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

Bureau Chief Chen said there were people blocking cars and robbing in Sanyao Village; he hadn't quite believed it. But now, looking at this: this is more than just blocking cars, this is armed robbery with knives?

It's the New Year, who the hell did I offend?

Giving Lin Sicheng a subtle look, which meant for him to rest assured, Hu Chenguang took out his phone and ran to the side to report to Chen Peng.

As soon as Chen Peng heard it, he went numb: "Hu Chenguang, you said how many people blocked the car?"

"I conducted a summary interrogation; there are at least eight, four are lying down, and none of them are lightly injured... Only Teacher Lin made a move here, but the other side used knives first, so it's not a big problem..."

Chen Peng gritted his teeth: Is this a question of who moved first or not?

Publicly blocking a car and committing armed robbery—as long as the other party doesn't stop, one can counterattack indefinitely.

What shocked him was that his own words had come true; those idiots actually brought knives?

For a moment, Chen Peng was both shocked and angry, wishing he could rush over and kick Lin Sicheng: How did I instruct you on the phone? If it doesn't work, just run. It doesn't matter if you get hit a few times; we can settle the account later.

You, damn it, just charged in headfirst... What if they stabbed you?

Not to mention what Wang Qi Zhi would do to him, his master would definitely skin him alive first...

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, roaring at Hu Chenguang: "Don't take them to the station, take them to the Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch, I'm coming over immediately..."

Hanging up the receiver, Chen Peng grabbed his peaked cap and went out of the office, cursing and swearing...

There were too few cars and too many people, so they made two trips back and forth.

Getting into a car alone and closing the door, Hu Chenguang then greeted him politely and returned the phone to him.

Lin Sicheng first made a phone call to his father.

It's the New Year, and it's miserable enough. The problem is, who could have expected this?

Heading north all the way, passing Furong Garden and then Dayan Pagoda, they drove into the Yanta Branch across from the Shaanxi History Museum.

Chen Peng stood on the steps with his hands behind his back.

Staring at Lin Sicheng as he got out of the car, he sneered: "Lin Sicheng, what are those two long legs of yours for? Do you think you're quite the fighter? Do you want me to call Pi Xingchang (Branch Captain of the Armed Police detachment) and have him spar with you?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned by the scolding, and after a long while, he sighed: "Bureau Chief Chen, the incident happened too fast, it really caught me off guard... At that time, it wasn't that I didn't want to run, but if I ran, that knife would have stabbed the two girls..."

Chen Peng was stunned for a moment and snorted.

No matter how selfish he was, or how much he felt that Lin Sicheng failed to live up to expectations, he truly couldn't bring himself to say words like telling Lin Sicheng to abandon the women to block the knife.

He glared at Lin Sicheng again: "You shouldn't have stopped the car in the first place, and you definitely shouldn't have gotten out!"

Lin Sicheng was extremely speechless: "Bureau Chief Chen, if I had known something would happen, do you believe I wouldn't have even left the house today?"

Chen Peng was speechless: Money can't buy foresight; who knew something would happen?

Seeing no one around, he lowered his voice: "How do you want to handle this?"

Lin Sicheng looked blank: "I don't know either!"

"You don't know my ass! If you didn't know, would you dare to scatter one hundred thousand yuan like confetti?"

Lin Sicheng pretended not to understand and kept his head down, not making a sound.

Scolding was scolding, but in his heart, Chen Peng actually really wanted to cheer for Lin Sicheng.

The two villages could truly be called sworn enemies: in the past, they would frequently engage in armed fights over water, and it's not as if no one had ever been beaten to death.

At the moment he was surrounded, if Lin Sicheng had scattered the money even a second slower, if he hadn't been the type to rather be a shattered jade vessel than a whole tile, the one lying in the intensive care unit right now would be him.

No wonder he was so much to the Master's taste: with this personality, with this kind of on-the-spot decisiveness, if you aren't joining the military or becoming a Police officer, what are you doing in Artifact Research for?

Just as they were secretly feeling regret, several cars drove into the courtyard, barely came to a stop, and a few people jumped out.

Lin Zhangqing, Lin Chengzhi, Jiang Yanfei... and many other relatives.

Lin Sicheng sighed again: it's the middle of the New Year, is it really this unlucky?

Before they could even manage to exchange greetings, Lin Sicheng was taken inside.

With everyone watching, it was impossible for Chen Peng to let them greet each other.

Afterward, just as Chen Peng was thinking about sending someone to call Lin Zhangqing into the office to give him the lowdown after going upstairs, the people from Sanyao Village chased them to the Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch.

They didn't recognize Lin Zhangqing and Lin Chengzhi, but they recognized the eldest uncle and second uncle, and they recognized Chunmei's family. Both sides had a huge argument in the lobby, and it took over a dozen Police officers to separate them.

The other side naturally only picked the favorable parts to tell, so the Lin family side had absolutely no idea about any blocking of cars, robbing of money, molestation, or holding of knives.

They only knew that Lin Sicheng had beaten four young men from Sanyao Village into the hospital: one had two teeth knocked out, and the remaining three all suffered fractures.

It would be a lie to say they weren't panicked: Lin Sicheng had injured people, and he had injured four of them. Not to mention anything else, just for those two teeth, he would have to be sentenced to half a year.

Even if they could pay compensation and avoid jail time, wouldn't he still have a criminal record, or even be detained?

How would he attend school in the future, and how would this studio continue to operate?

But Jiang Yanfei didn't believe it for a second: "How could Lin Sicheng possibly beat people for no reason?"

Lin Zhangqing and Lin Chengzhi didn't believe it either.

Over the past six months, the two of them had witnessed Lin Sicheng's changes with their own eyes. To speak the truth, Lin Sicheng's current personality was even more steady than Lin Chengzhi's.

How could he possibly commit assault, and it was even more impossible for him to use a knife.

Subconsciously, Lin Zhangqing recalled that scene in Tongchuan where those people chased him to Xijing and then coaxed Lin Sicheng into the teahouse: calm and composed, reasonable and grounded, neither humble nor pushy.

And, on the day of the Center's unveiling, those friends and leaders who came. Among them was that Director Chen who, just as he arrived at the entrance, stood on the steps and quietly gave him a wink.

When he saw Lin Sicheng, he called himself 'Uncle', and the two of them walked with arms around each other's shoulders, laughing and joking...

With such a brain, such reaction ability, and such friends and connections, how could Lin Sicheng be so muddled as to risk his life with a bunch of scum?

Therefore, the other side definitely hadn't told the truth.

Startled and suspicious all at once, just as Lin Zhangqing was thinking about whether to call Wang Qi Zhi, the two girls were released first.

As soon as she saw Chunmei, Chen Jiayu curled her lip and burst into tears with a wail: "Sister-in-law, Auntie (Chen Wenchang's mother-in-law), they blocked the car, held knives and wanted to rob our money, and they even wanted to drag me and Jiayi away to rape us...

Lin Sicheng blocked them, but he was almost stabbed several times, and only then did he fight with them... Look, both my and Jiayi's wrists were grabbed until they turned blue..."

Stabbed several times?

Lin Sicheng was almost stabbed several times?

Looking at the two girls' bruised wrists, Jiang Yanfei's mind went "buzz": these god-damned people, her son almost didn't make it...

She was just about to rush up to argue, or even start a fight, when she was stopped by Lin Chengzhi.

The two of them also felt a lingering fear, secretly cursed Lin Sicheng a few times, and exchanged a look: according to this, was Lin Sicheng acting in self-defense?

Just as they were preparing to find a quiet place to ask carefully, Chen Wenchang was also released.

After pulling him into a corner and asking him a good deal, the few of them were completely stunned.

The other side blocking the car was true, coming to grab the two girls was also true, and using knives was even more true.

But Lin Sicheng fighting eight people, one move per person, and beating four into the hospital... No matter how you think about it, it feels a bit fantastical.

But that wasn't the point; the point was being surrounded afterward, Lin Sicheng scattering money in the street, and later, fighting for his life with a screwdriver?

Even just listening to Chen Wenchang tell it, even just imagining it, made their scalps tingle: if Lin Sicheng's reaction had been even slightly slower, even if he hadn't been beaten to death, he would have been crippled.

Fortunately, it was a close call...

Everything followed procedure; those who needed treatment were treated, and those who needed to be interrogated were interrogated, including those sent to the hospital, with no exceptions.

In less than two hours, the Police had cleared up the entire sequence of events.

A few local thugs had drunk some alcohol and gathered at the entrance of a shop to set off firecrackers to scare people. After playing for a while, they felt that scaring people wasn't satisfying enough, so they started targeting cars.

Before they ran into Lin Sicheng, they had already blown up several, and after one was blown to a stop, as soon as the car window was lowered, they threw a 'Thunder King' firecracker directly into the cabin.

The driver cursed, and was then surrounded and slapped a few times. After they drove off, the driver called the Police, and by the time the Police car arrived, the few yellow-haired youths had already vanished.

Once the Police left, they gathered together again. Not only did they not restrain themselves, they became even more arrogant, and their courage grew even greater.

And then, they blew up Lin Sicheng's car...

If you talk about the nature of the act, it couldn't be more serious: the key was that they used knives, so the previous clamoring of "borrow some money to spend" and "take these two women back to play with" couldn't possibly be a joke.

Chen Peng's suggestion was to handle it strictly, and Li Chunnan's instruction was also to handle it strictly.

Since it was to be handled strictly, the key figures naturally couldn't be released so quickly...

In the evening, they ate in the Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch office, four dishes and one soup, lamb and chive dumplings, super fragrant.

Lin Sicheng held his plate, eating while watching the Spring Festival Gala. The Flower Drum Lantern from Anhui was really danced well.

Chen Peng even opened a bottle of wine, half-teasing, half-probing: "Look, if you were a Police officer, and you encountered something like this again, wouldn't it become 'protecting the lives and property safety of the people'? Why fight? Once you flash your badge, let's see them try to move a muscle?"

Lin Sicheng looked confused... this time he was truly confused: Chen Peng knew clearly that he couldn't possibly come to be some Police officer.

Then what did these words mean?

Chen Peng gave a mysterious smile: "How about this, Uncle Chen will pull some strings for you, get you a Consultant card, the kind with a police badge on it... do you want it?"

Stunned for a moment, then with a "tsk", Lin Sicheng looked disgusted: Director Chen, who are you trying to fool?

If he himself wanted to be some Consultant, Guan Xingmin... oh no, that person had been promoted. He should be at the Shijian, and from top to bottom they would absolutely welcome him with open arms and legs, why would he need to find you, Director Chen, to pull strings?

You really are something, catching every opportunity to try and set me up...

He put down his chopsticks, and just as he was about to say something, the door was knocked twice.

Then it was pushed open, and Li Chunnan walked in, wearing a police-style cotton-padded jacket with a bottle cap poking out of the pocket; one look and it was clearly old Xifeng liquor.

Chen Peng and Lin Sicheng both stood up and offered a greeting.

Li Chunnan placed the liquor on the table and smiled again: "Calm and composed, decisive in the moment, not bad!"

Chen Peng twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: Master, it's one thing not to scold him, but you're actually praising him?

Although, this kid really was quite decisive...

Afterward, Chen Peng had the kitchen stir-fry two more dishes, and the three of them chatted while eating, finished two bottles, and watched the rest of the Spring Festival Gala.

It could be considered a rarity: the first time in two lifetimes spending the Lunar New Year at the Public Security Bureau.

Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly.

He did not yet know that those injured family members had brought people and charged into the old residence...

The old patriarch was getting on in years and dared not stay up too late. At around three o'clock, the whole family sat down at the table.

Over twenty people, young and old, were enjoying the harmony.

After three rounds of drinks, Wang Qi Zhi began to brag. He couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Lin Sicheng, talking about what treasures he had appraised and what windfalls he had picked up.

Carried away by his bragging, he was just about to take out the agarwood beads and medicinal liquor when his phone buzzed with a "vroom."

He answered it casually, but after hearing only a couple of sentences, Wang Qi Zhi's expression darkened.

Then, it grew darker and darker, and darker still.

It was rare to see Wang Qi Zhi like this, and the family couldn't help but be stunned.

After a long while, he hung up the phone, Wang Qi Zhi's face black, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: If a tiger doesn't show its might, do you take me for a sick cat?

(End of chapter)