Chapter 4: From Now On, No One Will Call You Little Cheetah Again

What did I do?

Yu Dazhang truly could not figure out what this police report had to do with him.

He stepped forward, picked up the paper file on the desk, frowned as he looked at it, and his eyes grew wider and wider.

Time: May 5, 2014, 9:27 a. m.

Caller: Ms. Zhao.

Report contents: At the intersection on the south side of People's Park, someone was riding an old lady across the street.

Below was the caller's description of the suspect's physical features: fat, extraordinarily fat, a big round head with a bowl cut…

Isn't that me?! Yu Dazhang's heart went cold.

But he quickly calmed himself down.

Words alone prove nothing!

Who knows whether the caller was telling the truth or not, and besides, the comrades from the police station went to the scene and couldn't find the victim.

Zhang Sen had long since come back with the people from the Second Squad.

That's right, the most important piece is missing here… the old lady.

As long as the old lady can't be found, this report is invalid.

False alarm~

Yu Dazhang was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly realized something and squeezed the paper file in his hand.

Wait!

Why is it so thick?

It's just one police report—how could it have this many pages?

He quickly flipped to the next page.

Time: 2014…

Caller: Mr. Li.

He kept flipping quickly.

Caller: Ms. Qian, Mr. Liu, Mr. Chen, Ms. Zhou…

The times of the reports were nearly identical, the contents almost word for word the same, all revolving around that one line: riding an old lady across the street.

When he flipped to the last page, Yu Dazhang's eyes went perfectly round.

It was a surveillance screenshot of the intersection, clearly capturing a big fat man riding an old lady straight through the street!

Gotta say, he actually looked rather impressive~

I'm done for, aren't I!

The evidence is conclusive!!

Yu Dazhang's hand loosened, and the paper file in his grasp scattered all over the floor.

"I…" Only now did he realize he had gone too far.

Everything else could be explained away, but the fallout from this incident was just too bad!

Luckily he hadn't been wearing his uniform, so there was still some room to maneuver—after all, the situation had been urgent, and he had only been trying to do his job.

Just as Yu Dazhang was at a loss for how to explain himself, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the Third Squad.

Zhang Sen could be seen storming in furiously, with a few people from the Second Squad beside him trying to talk him down.

They looked as if they were holding him back, but it was all just lip service—no real action.

No need to guess—this was the Second Squad coming to demand an explanation.

The moment Zhang Sen entered the room, he saw Yu Dazhang standing right in the middle of it, wearing a thoroughly miserable expression.

"Old Lu, he's one of yours, right!" Zhang Sen pointed at Yu Dazhang, but his eyes were on Lu Zhongxin.

"Xiao Sen, hey, when did you start calling me Old Lu? Don't you usually call me Brother Lu?" Lu Zhongxin braced himself and tried to change the subject:

"With the relationship we have, calling me that would make us seem distant, wouldn't it."

Zhang Sen paid no heed to Lu Zhongxin's words and went straight to the point:

"Do you have any idea what he did?!"

As he spoke, Zhang Sen glanced at the papers scattered on the floor and happened to spot that surveillance screenshot.

His face instantly turned ashen.

"Xiao Sen, Xiao Sen, don't get worked up." Lu Zhongxin saw things going south and immediately stepped forward to block Zhang Sen's line of sight:

"Just do me, Old Lu, this one favor, would you?"

He no longer felt comfortable calling himself "Brother Lu" either—Old Lu it is, then. What could he do, having taken on such an apprentice?

A face that usually looked grim and resentful now bloomed into a smile like a flower.

His attitude couldn't have been more agreeable—he was just short of bending at the waist to a full ninety degrees and cupping his fists in a salute toward the heavens.

But Zhang Sen simply stood there with a cold face, showing no sign of backing down:

"Are you saying we just let this go?"

This guy, the things he says could choke a person to death… Lu Zhongxin's head was swelling.

He knew what Zhang Sen wanted—nothing more than for Yu Dazhang to apologize and admit his mistake in front of everyone.

But the problem was, Yu Dazhang, as a probationary police officer, could not afford to take the blame.

If he got sent back to his previous internship unit, it would be very hard for this apprentice to return to the criminal investigation unit.

Originally, Zhang Sen hadn't taken this matter to heart.

After all, he hadn't been hurt, just a little startled, and besides, the kid had been trying to do his job.

The method was out of line, but the circumstances were understandable, I suppose.

Moreover, when he and Yu Dazhang had restrained the suspect, Lu Zhongxin had just led his people out of the park and had not witnessed that scene across the street. Zhang Sen was too lazy to explain, thinking the matter should just be let go.

But who would have known that not long after returning to the station, the people in the station began to gossip right in front of him, their voices deliberately kept low enough that Zhang Sen could not hear them.

What made Zhang Sen most unbearable was that these colleagues, who usually got along quite well, actually turned their heads to look at him while gossiping.

When Zhang Sen looked over, they immediately turned their heads back.

Just as he was utterly confused, several colleagues could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

An uncle can endure, but an aunt cannot!

I, Zhang Sen, stand tall and upright, honorable and righteous; how could I deserve your whispering behind my back!

Just as he slammed the table and rose to demand an explanation, a colleague who was usually closest to him came over and held him down.

"A-Sen, calm down."

He then told Zhang Sen about someone reporting the incident to the police.

Upon hearing that this matter had already been exposed, Zhang Sen wanted to curse out those who called the police.

We didn't ride you; why call the police!!

Please... collect... 6... 9... Book... Bar...!

Are you sick?

Since you saw it, then just enjoy your gossip properly; what kind of justice messenger are you pretending to be!!

Now look, everyone damn well knows!

Just as Zhang Sen was thinking of asking the captain to suppress this matter, the colleague told him another thing.

"That, your nickname..."

"If you have something to say, just say it!" Comrade Zhang Sen was very annoyed.

"I guess no one will call you Little Cheetah anymore."

"Why?" Comrade Zhang Sen felt something was wrong.

"Because you have a new nickname."

"What is it?" Comrade Zhang Sen had already started praying in his heart.

"Mount Sen."

Zhang Sen:...

Stunned for a full half-minute, Comrade Zhang Sen exploded.

"Bastard!"

He couldn't hold back his rage anymore; if he could endure even this, he wouldn't be able to stay in the station in the future.

The Criminal Investigation Brigade does not raise cowards.

Without a bit of bloodthirstiness, who can respect you!

Thus came Zhang Sen's furious intrusion into the Third Brigade...

Currently, the situation between both sides has reached a stalemate; Zhang Sen presses forward step by step, while Lu Zhongxin fiercely protects his subordinate.

Neither side is willing to yield even a step!

The people of the Third Brigade, fearing the conflict would become too rigid, also came out to urge reconciliation.

"We are all colleagues; where there is room for mercy, show mercy."

Zhang Sen: "Get lost!"

"He was kindly advising you; even if you are in a bad mood, you shouldn't curse people."

Zhang Sen: "You get lost too!"

This killed the conversation.

Just as it seemed about to escalate into a conflict between the Second Brigade and the Third Brigade, one person walked in from outside the door; it was Liu Zhe, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Second Team.

Seeing him, Lu Zhongxin immediately felt a sense of relief in his heart.

They were both thousand-year foxes; they understood those tricks.

First, let the subordinates come out to vent their anger; only after the matter truly spiraled out of control would he step forward to mediate.

This way, he would save face and also avoid a complete fallout with the Third Team.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Sure enough, after Liu Zhe entered, he first glared at Zhang Sen in front of everyone.

"Is there no one who can control you? Coming to resolve personal conflicts during work hours; even if you are in the right, you must consider the occasion and time!"

Look, this is skill; seemingly scolding a subordinate, he actually directly defined the nature of this matter.

1. This is a personal conflict, unrelated to work.

2. The right is on our side.

Zhang Sen cooperated well, lowering his head with the appearance of someone who knew they were wrong.

"Alright, let's just drop this matter," Liu Zhe said, stopping while he was ahead:

"I suppose your people didn't do it on purpose."

Seeing the other side offering a way out, Lu Zhongxin immediately gave Yu Dazhang a look.

The meaning was for him to explain and say a few soft words; he believed his disciple would understand.

Yu Dazhang received the signal from his master; their eyes met, as if by telepathy, and they blinked simultaneously.

Just as Lu Zhongxin thought the matter was settled, Yu Dazhang took two steps forward, stood before everyone in the Second Brigade, lifted his head, and pointed his nostrils at them:

"I, Yu, have conducted my life's affairs; why would I need to explain myself to others!"

Liu Zhe: "."

A wave of darkness passed before Lu Zhongxin's eyes, and a cramping pain came from his heart.

I told you to lower your head, and now you're acting all high and mighty.

You're really good at acting high and mighty!

(End of this chapter)