Chapter 17: I

I can't catch my breath, brother. Yang Liang has been in the industry for many years, and he has truly never heard such a request.

A house that has collapsed can be rebuilt, but what Lin Li has built can never be rebuilt.

Yang Liang decided that as soon as he returned, he would write a proposal to abolish the Law on the Protection of Minors.

Or perhaps clarify that the law only protects minors—not only must they be minors, but the emphasis must be on them being human. For an anthropomorphic creature like Lin Li, one should strike with a heavy fist.

The other brothers and sisters squatting nearby all cast looks of admiration at this moment.

What a composed guy. Even at a time like this, he can still chat and laugh with the police. It feels like this kid's dad must at least be Li Gang. He's got something going for him; I'm envious.

"Buddy, do you have someone on the inside?" the person squatting next to him asked in a low voice.

Lin Li looked up at the empty ceiling: "Where? I don't see anyone."

The person next to him: "?"

If I said you had someone underneath you, would you look into the underworld too?

Lin Li got his wish and put on the silver bracelets. It's just that when Yang Liang cuffed him, his attitude wasn't great, and his movements were quite rough—there was a suspicion of police brutality.

"Have you all checked? Did anyone hide and get missed?" Yang Liang seemed to be a high-level Demon Suppressor. He looked at the other officers and asked, directing them.

After receiving the reply that no one was missed, he waved his hand: "Take them all away!"

The situation downstairs was a bit better, and there were many people. Most were just undergoing simple questioning and weren't directly arrested like those on the third floor. Many people were also emotional, loudly declaring that they were innocent.

Very confident.

After all, they were just here for a normal massage and foot soak; it was purely an unprovoked disaster.

"Damn, so this place actually provides this kind of service? Good sweep, good sweep! You've worked hard, the sweep was too good! Yellow—this harmful thing—must be swept, it! must! be! swept!" Lin Li heard a man say as he passed by.

Good is good, but buddy, why do you have such a look of regret and remorse? And why is this sentence being said through gritted teeth, word by word?

Buddy, your eyes are brimming with tears—is it because you love this land so deeply?

And the Demon Suppressor questioning the other party seemed to understand the man's meaning and thoughts, waving his hand with an indescribable look of disgust: "Alright, alright, since you're here for a normal massage, you can leave in a bit."

The officer walked a step away, and the man finally didn't have to restrain his emotions: "You were born before I was, and I was born when you were already old! It's just my luck that I didn't meet you in the spring! Helplessly, the flowers fall; when will the swallows return?"

Yo, he's a man of letters. It's a pity the man of letters was directly kicked out by the Demon Suppressor who couldn't stand listening anymore.

At this moment, Lin Li also arrived outside the Qingjue Wellness Club with the others.

A middle-aged man was just parking his electric scooter and preparing to get off when he saw the scene of a huge crowd being arrested and escorted out.

All the Demon Suppressors silently watched this man who seemed to want to enter—all of them.

They stared at each other, nothing left but disappointment.

Moved? He didn't dare move; the man's leg was still straddling the air.

He didn't even dare to breathe.

"Do you want to come in?" After a moment of stalemate, Yang Liang asked calmly.

"I'm not here for this shop."

The sweating man shook his head with an unchanging expression, got off the bike, and then walked into the shop next door—smooth, fluid, and done in one go.

As for why a forty-year-old sloppy middle-aged man would go alone to a women's nail salon in the middle of the night, let's not worry about that. Species are inherently diverse; one must be inclusive.

Who forbids uncles from getting manicures? It's chilling; can't uncles have the right to pursue beauty?

Lin Li was certain that even if the shop next door were a coffin shop, this uncle would still go in for a stroll and buy a few wreaths to take with him.

"You guys go bring the car over." Several Demon Suppressors followed Yang Liang's order and left.

Within a short minute or two, a huge crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the shop, and a large number of heads poked out from the surrounding shops and residential buildings.

Anti-vice operations just have that kind of charm.

Many people had already taken out their phones to take pictures. Lin Li was somewhat glad for the mask on his head; otherwise, it would have been hard to wrap things up.

Among the onlookers, Lin Li even found the buddy who had asked him about the meaning of life in the restroom. At this moment, he was holding half a roast pigeon, staring at all this in a daze. A lucky survivor who had escaped death.

His luck was indeed still quite good; he chose to run away at the most timely moment. A good person willing to share his "magic oil" for free really does get rewarded.

Lin Li's outfit was quite unique, so the other party noticed him at a glance and recognized who Lin Li was from his clothes. So, after pondering for a moment, he sighed and slowly raised his hand.

"Hm?"

Seeing a member of the public saluting him, although the movement wasn't standard and he was still holding a roast pigeon, Yang Liang responded with a standard salute since it was a salute to him.

His mood improved quite a bit.

Being able to feel the love and support of the people is the unique charm of this job.

The 'damage' caused by that jinx of a kid, Lin Li, had even healed a little.

Lin Li wanted to say something but stopped. If nothing went wrong, that buddy had just saluted him.

As for the meaning of the salute, it was probably: "Go in peace, I will take care of your wife and daughter."

=9+Shu_Ba

Because he was wearing handcuffs, he couldn't return the salute, so Lin Li could only cup his hands to show his response.

After all, they could be considered buddies who had carried guns together.

By this time, many cars had arrived one after another, but unlike what Lin Li had imagined, they were all private cars—not a single police car.

But thinking about it, it made sense. The Demon Suppressors here were basically all in plain clothes; it was likely a decapitation strike operation that relied on stealth. If they had driven police cars, this disguise would have been meaningless.

But Lin Li was still disappointed.

"Uncle, is there no police car for me to sit in? Not even one?"

Lin Li immediately shut his mouth.

Because the look Yang Liang just gave him was very wrong; he felt like he was about to break the law while enforcing it.

Suspected of having violent tendencies—he might be a domestic abuser. How off-putting; ladies, remember to avoid this minefield.

"If I ever have the chance to send you back, I will definitely send you back in a police car with great fanfare, so that everyone around you knows exactly what you did! Get in this car, hurry up!" Yang Liang said through gritted teeth.

Lin Li shrugged innocently and climbed into the car.

Originally, Lin Li wanted to explain the ins and outs of the matter in the car, but he didn't expect that the car he was riding in wasn't a private vehicle—there was another person sitting next to him. With no choice, Lin Li had to keep it bottled up.

Watching the scenery receding outside the window, Lin Li recognized that this wasn't the road to the nearest police station. He stretched his neck to glance at Yang Liang's navigation; the destination seemed to be the branch bureau.

It was likely that there were simply too many people to interrogate today, and the detention and interrogation rooms at the police station definitely weren't enough. They had to send everyone to a bigger stage to perform.

"Get out."

Sure enough, the car drove straight to the Public Security Bureau.

"Uncle..."

"Shut up, no."

No, he hadn't even said anything yet. Looking at Yang Liang, who had coldly rejected him, Lin Li felt a bit depressed.

Seeming to realize he was being a bit heartless—perhaps it was an important request like needing to use the restroom—Yang Liang took the initiative to ask: "What is it?"

"I want to squat at the door with my hands on my head and take a..."

"Shut up, no."

Damn it, he shouldn't have asked.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 18 =====