Chapter 88: Polishing Is Crucial

This punch made all the pens on the desk jump up.

A police officer sitting at the desk, working, was startled, looked up and saw Yu Dazhang, then immediately lowered his head again.

“Ah, sorry,” Yu Dazhang quickly apologized:

“I got carried away.”

The officer waved his hand:

“No problem, no problem, we understand.”

Understand what… Yu Dazhang looked at his Master.

Lu Zhongxin gave him a glance, signaling him to step outside.

Outside, Yu Dazhang finally couldn’t hold back:

“Why does everyone in the unit look at me so weirdly? Is someone spreading rumors about me behind my back?”

“Not exactly,” Lu Zhongxin sighed:

“Your case is all over now—seven dead, three seriously injured, you didn’t spare women or children, almost all fatal wounds.”

“Even though it was official duty, it’s bound to make people think.”

Yu Dazhang immediately bristled, retorting:

“Not all of it was me—I already said one of them was shot by a branch unit officer.”

He hated rumors spread behind his back.

This was destroying his reputation, making him sound like a monster.

The situation had reached a point of life or death.

Besides, I was surrounded by a mob—if I hadn’t used force, would I even be alive?

Lu Zhongxin patted his apprentice’s shoulder, giving him a meaningful look.

No wonder they had such perfect chemistry.

Yu Dazhang instantly understood his Master’s meaning: don’t dwell on it, one more doesn’t matter.

Damn, it’s impossible to explain now… Yu Dazhang finally understood what “public opinion is terrifying” meant.

It was clear even his Master wasn’t standing by him.

Zhang Sen, it’s all your fault!

He was already considering whether to stab Zhang Sen’s crippled leg after work.

But he also knew deep down that this wasn’t over.

The bosses are busy now and have no time for him, but as soon as they’re free, they’ll come straight to him for details.

Yu Dazhang had already written his report last night.

And he’d written it from two perspectives.

Besides the seven dead and three seriously injured, there was also the branch unit officer present.

Yu Dazhang had to include his perspective in the report too.

For example, the report contained this line…

【At the time I was surrounded, the little boy charged at me; when he was about three meters away, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from behind—I reflexively fired.】

In reality, Yu Dazhang had only seen the boy make a motion to draw a blade—he hadn’t seen the knife when he fired.

But he couldn’t risk it.

If the boy got close, the mob surrounding him would instantly seize the chance to rush him.

But he couldn’t write that in the report.

【I saw the little boy charging at me, assumed he intended to harm me, and fired immediately.】

That was true—but writing it like that would only invite trouble.

That’s why polishing is extremely important!

The same event, before and after polishing, presents completely different effects.

When the shot was fired, the officer was standing at the entrance of the self-built house.

In a straight line, he was right in the middle, blocking the officer’s view.

The officer couldn’t possibly have seen whether the boy drew a knife—so Yu Dazhang could freely polish this part.

Besides, Zhang Sen’s Master had already been confirmed to have been stabbed by the little boy.

Even if he’d killed the boy on the spot, Yu Dazhang bore zero responsibility.

The entire morning he wandered around the First Detachment.

Wei Qian called him: stay in the unit, don’t go anywhere.

For some reason, none of the officers would let him touch any work-related matters.

It made Yu Dazhang feel like he was under house arrest, deeply uncomfortable.

But he had gone out twice—for air, and to see if anyone was restricting his freedom. Turns out, no one cared.

Only at 11 a.m. did he receive Wei Qian’s call.

“Come down now.”

Downstairs, Yu Dazhang saw Wei Qian sitting in the driver’s seat of a police car, waving at him.

After getting in, he fastened his seatbelt and asked:

“Wei Dui, just say what you need—why all the secrecy?”

Wei Qian didn’t answer, but asked back:

“Did you finish the report?”

“Finished last night,” Yu Dazhang waved the folder in his hand:

“I meant to hand it to you, but I didn’t see you at the unit all morning.”

Wei Qian smiled:

“Don’t pretend—you know it’s for the bosses. You fastened your seatbelt the moment you got in.”

“Uh…” Yu Dazhang felt awkward, but quickly recovered, shifting topic:

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“Who are we meeting? Why did you come all the way to pick me up?”

“Da Mao,” Wei Qian replied, then stepped on the gas onto the road.

Seeing Yu Dazhang silent, he felt he needed to clarify.

“The City Bureau’s Da Mao.”

“Not Director Wu?!” Yu Dazhang gasped, whirling to stare at Wei Qian:

“That’s bypassing ranks!”

Holy hell—he was just a rookie cop barely confirmed in his position, and now the City Bureau’s top boss wanted to see him.

In his past life, the highest official he’d ever dealt with was a branch-level leader.

This sudden grand gesture made him nervous.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Wei Qian scolded with a laugh:

“If you went to the City Bureau yourself, that’d be bypassing ranks. But Da Mao specifically requested to see you—that’s valuing talent.”

Yu Dazhang gave him a thumbs-up:

“No wonder you’re a leader—your words are always so smooth.”

“Cut the crap,” Wei Qian scolded, but there was no real anger in his tone.

In fact, he was happier than anyone.

In one day, he’d located a missing officer, recovered a service weapon, and cracked a major murder and human trafficking case.

What did that mean?

A mountain of merit!

Yu Dazhang was from their First Detachment—this connection meant the entire unit shared the glory.

Merit, bonuses, honors—all of it would come their way.

And most importantly: his record.

He was the detachment commander, Yu Dazhang’s direct superior.

After this, his record would carry a bold, unforgettable mark.

Wei Qian didn’t say it aloud, but he knew—he’d been carried along by this newly confirmed rookie.

Which department doesn’t love talent, especially exceptional talent?

In two years, Wei Qian would realize “carried along” was outdated.

Then a more vivid term would emerge.

Lying down to win.

At the City Bureau entrance.

Wei Qian stopped the car and turned to Yu Dazhang:

“Go on.”

On the steps, Director Wu stood there, waving at Yu Dazhang as he stepped out of the car.

“Aren’t you coming?” Yu Dazhang asked Wei Qian through the window.

Wei Qian waved him off:

“I’ve got other things to do.”

This was him finding a way to save face.

Yu Dazhang clearly heard it, stepped forward to greet Inspector Wu, then followed him into the building.

Inside the director’s office.

As a knock sounded at the door, the man in the white shirt set down the papers in his hands.

“Enter.”

Yu Dazhang and Inspector Wu entered the room and stood before the desk.

“You may go,” the man waved his hand at Inspector Wu:

“I need to speak with him alone.”

(End of Chapter)