Age: My Small World

The people who saw Yang Jun yesterday are here too. Judging from his messy hair and light dark circles under his eyes, they probably didn't sleep last night.

"It's you, Comrade Yang, you've finally arrived."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was certain that Yang Jun's documents were genuine, he knew that if Yang Jun hadn't come, he would have been under a lot of pressure today.

"I haven't asked yet, comrade, what's your name?"

"My name is Duan Ping, you can just call me Lao Duan, I'm much older than you."

He chuckled.

Duan Ping was about thirty years old and had a simple and unadorned appearance.

But this personality trait does make him capable of getting things done.

"Brother Duan, you're too kind. You definitely have more experience than us."

Yang Jun exchanged a few polite words, then inquired about Boss Jin and his men.

"Most of them were sent to the hospital. I have to say, comrade, your punches and kicks are really powerful. You've injured so many people."

Duan Ping gave a thumbs up, looking very admiring.

They interrogated several of the lightly injured men overnight, and learned the general outline of the incident, as well as why Yang Jun was at the scene.

Boss Jin and his gang were incredibly unlucky.

If Wang Bowen and his family had been taken away, at worst it would have been a farce, or the debt still wouldn't have been recovered.

However, his momentary greed led him to add another person to the group, which brought about this disaster.

"Hehe, I don't usually hit people easily. It's just that these human traffickers are too despicable. In broad daylight, they dare to grab people on the street and demand that they hand over their wives and children. Such evil deeds are chilling."

Duan Ping nodded heavily after listening: "That's right. If it weren't for the existence of such people, we wouldn't be working so hard every day with such anxiety. They dared to go against the police and even provoke us because they had the advantage of numbers and weapons. They deserved to be beaten like this. If you ask me, they should be shot."

"That's not our responsibility."

Yang Jun shook his head.

"What do I need to do next? I'd like to finish this as soon as possible so I can go back and spend time with my child. I was quite frightened yesterday."

In fact, Guai Guai was only startled, and then found it very funny, since Yang Jun arrived just in time.

Otherwise, Boss Jin and his men wouldn't even have had the chance to meet anyone else.

"It's nothing much, I just need to get a detailed understanding of the incident so we can compile a case file."

The case still needs to be documented. There's no need to elaborate on the cooperation; Jin's men have already explained it more clearly than he has.

In just over ten minutes, Duan Ping had put away the case file.

"Alright, Comrade Yang, you can go back now."

It looks like he'll have to hold on until today before he can rest.

This was the first time Yang Jun had truly experienced the hard work of these frontline staff.

"Brother Duan, you should go home early too. You need to get some rest to protect your neighbors."

"Thank you. I can go back after I close this case." Duan Ping smiled, holding up the case file.

"By the way, don't forget to patrol the poplar village area more often in the future. I'm afraid Boss Jin and his gang might have accomplices."

“We’ve already arranged for someone to go there, and I’ll be there too. We can go out and explore together when we have the chance.”

They couldn't keep Yang Jun's living in Huyang Village a secret from them.

“Okay, if there’s a chance.” Yang Jun turned and left.

From then on, Boss Jin and his men ate either farm food or peanuts, so Yang Jun didn't need to worry too much, and he could relax for the time being.

He was supposed to go to class today, but now he doesn't need to go anymore; Teacher Shen is probably used to him taking leave.

"Let's go see Grandpa Li. I wonder how he's been this winter."

Li Weitong was all alone, and his life was very mundane and uneventful. It was hard to imagine what hobbies he might have.

In any case, a person living in this world will always have something to care about or something to like. If there is nothing, and life is dull and empty, then it is likely that death is not far away.

When Yang Jun arrived at Li Weitong's house, he saw Li Weitong playing with a wooden gun with great enthusiasm.

The wooden gun seemed to have been carved by him, meticulously repaired, smoothed, and polished bit by bit, showing great care.

"Master Li, why are you playing with toy guns instead of real ones?"

Toy gun?
Li Weitong didn't understand.

He wasn't surprised to see Yang Jun arrive, but simply raised the wooden gun in his hand and said, "Is someone in your family about to give birth? I'll give you this when it's finished, so the child can have one to play with."

Yang Jun was surprised. He didn't remember telling Li Weitong when he was going to be a father, and Gu Nanke's condition was not suitable for publicizing. So how did Li Weitong know that Gu Nanke was pregnant?
"Don't be surprised, I smelled it when you came to say goodbye last time."

Li Weitong pointed to his nose.

"Besides having naturally sharp eyesight, I also have a very sensitive nose, which allows me to smell different scents."

"You can even smell that someone in your family is about to give birth?" Yang Jun's lips twitched. His senses had been enhanced by the spiritual water, but it wasn't this exaggerated.

“Everyone’s scent is different, and pregnant women are even more different. I can smell that you came with this scent.”

Li Weitong was unwilling to explain further and asked again, "Do you still want this gun?"

"Yes, of course I want it."

Yang Jun responded. Old Master Li was just trying to show some closeness; he wasn't trying to pry into Yang Jun's private life.

"Then I thank you in advance, for thinking of making a gun for me."

Li Weitong waved his hand: "If you don't need it by then, it's good to keep it as a memento. I don't know if I'll ever see your child again."

His expression was somewhat somber.

Covered in wounds and with his spirit gradually weakening, Li Weitong was already on the decline, and no one knew when he would suddenly leave.

This is something that Yang Jun can't fix with spiritual water; he just can't get over it mentally, and he's also suffering from old injuries.

"Master Li, it's definitely possible. You guessed right, I am indeed about to give birth to a child. When he/she is a little older, I will bring him/her over to see you."

Li Weitong shook his head firmly.

"Please do not."

"Our identities must be kept secret from our families, absolutely secret. We must not let anyone know of our existence, not even our most trusted teammates. No one can be sure that they might suddenly be captured by the enemy. If something happens, it will be the end of the world."

Judging from his solemn demeanor, one could tell that he had once experienced a deeply tragic and unforgettable past.

Since Li Weitong didn't mention it, Yang Jun didn't ask either.

These words also served as a reminder to him.

The people in the office can be trusted, but we must also be prepared for any eventuality and not give any enemy an opportunity. (End of Chapter)