Durin's Diary

Chapter 1043 Qingyun Guest

Seeing the little candle dragon approaching, the rabbit-headed chief secretary, who was sitting at the reception desk, felt like the sky was about to fall—no, he had barely managed to escape the calamity of failing to do his job properly while serving the gods yesterday by using the excuse of heavenly secrets and asking for leave.

How come he ran into the gods themselves today? If only he hadn't asked for leave yesterday, he could have just been hit by a lucky break. The internal security vehicle is sturdy; when my little tiger commander was hit yesterday, his car spun 7,200 degrees and he only suffered broken legs.

"Mr. Du, Mr. Du Lin, what brings you here today?"

"I'd like to ask you, why aren't you in the Inner Guard today? Instead, you're here with that white-headed turtle, sitting at the front desk." Little Candle Dragon laughed as he opened his cigarette case and flicked one at him.

The chief secretary of the rabbit-headed gang doesn't smoke, but this cigarette was a gift from young Mr. Dulin. If he didn't accept it, his elders would have to tan his rabbit skin overnight if they found out: "Sir, you have a leg injury. I should have helped, but His Majesty's fifth grandson just happened to be back from the front lines, so he can take over."

"Then you shouldn't be here either," the young Mr. Dulin asked with some curiosity.

"That Fifth Grandson has three confidantes, all of whom work in the military. At least until Commander Xiao Hu's leg is healed, he won't need me." The chief secretary, Rabbit Head, looked aggrieved when he mentioned this—but there was no use in being aggrieved. Of the three wives, one worked in the Military Intelligence Department, one was in charge of the Logistics Department, and the other was in charge of personnel in the Military Law Department.

Rabbit Head Secretary felt that his work scope had been perfectly covered.

"Well, this is a good place to rest." Mr. Dulin smiled.

The rabbit-headed secretary chuckled wryly twice before belatedly asking his question: "What brings you here today?"

"Did you know there was a group fight on Chang'an Avenue last night?" Mr. Du Lin subtly brought up the topic.

"I've heard about it. I heard it even startled His Majesty. There were fireballs and lightning bolts flying everywhere, which woke His Majesty up." The chief secretary sighed when he mentioned this. You see, the Three Passes and Four Seas have both advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that people die every day and there are separations every year.

But without the Three Passes and Four Seas, these young people with nowhere to put their energy start causing trouble. Last night, there were even two groups of people fighting on Chang'an Street. They even threw their magic into the palace. His Majesty's fifth grandson, who was in charge for the first time, reportedly cursed all night.

In that sense, Rabbit Head Secretary felt that he and Little Tiger had actually benefited from the misfortune.

Thinking of this, he became curious again: "Does this have anything to do with your coming here?"

"Yes, the main culprit who whistled at the girl the other side was leading last night, which resulted in four of them defeating over a hundred people, should be my grandfather." After saying that, Mr. Du Lin smiled.

He smiled with a sorrowful expression.

Rabbit Head's secretary turned pale—sure enough, I should have been in the car, spinning around with Little Tiger until my brains were all mixed up.

He shouldn't be here either, seeing Mr. Dulin's ambiguous smile.

(Omitted for brevity) Brother Tiger, am I going to be silenced by the gods?

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Du Lin was led into the detention center by the rabbit-headed secretary, where he met the white-headed turtle with a distressed expression.

It had been a while since he last saw him, and his white hair had grown even thicker. Looking at him, Du Lin was reminded of his own past life, in which he had also suffered so much sorrow.

Dulin was a man with an endless list of enemies, while this guy was a hapless fellow who would likely never be able to be handcuffed. "Young Master Dulin, Old Man Dulin, Mr. Yan, and your two family members are all inside, still sleeping." The white-headed turtle led Dulin into a large room inside.

When the young police officer who responded to the call first found them, the four men were completely drunk. As was the case with the fight where the loser goes to the hospital and the winner is handcuffed to a radiator, Dulin witnessed the bizarre sight of his old man, Old Yi Xu, Mr. Yan, and Enrique handcuffed to a radiator.

The four of them are still fast asleep. It looks like they drank all day yesterday, having a really good time, but also really embarrassing themselves.

Damn it, if I had a camera, I would have taken a picture of this amazing scene, enlarged it, framed it, and given it to those four old folks.

"What about the other side? I heard they lost to over a hundred people with four of them. I hope they didn't hurt the girl." Du Lin offered a cigarette to the white-headed turtle.

"No girl was hurt. The other side were all young people who had just come off the battlefield, all classmates of the same grade. Wasn't this a get-together? They had courage, but none of them could break through the defenses." White-headed Turtle sighed deeply as he mentioned this.

He lit a cigarette and then lit one for Dulin with his lighter: "The young man's family members just came by."

"How so?" Dulin puffed twice and exhaled smoke.

"I brought them to see me, and they said they weren't as skilled and just wanted medical expenses." The white-headed turtle laughed for the first time as he said this.

"A kind soul." Du Lin chuckled along—he was impressed. So, the fact that his kid was only injured but not killed was ultimately due to the four drunken old men showing leniency, right?

“What do you mean by being kind? Some of them are notorious tough guys in Beijing. This time, they're probably really scared.” At this point, the white-headed turtle handed over a piece of paper: “We asked the girls, and they said the old man was probably whistling at the dogs on the side of the road. The young people were hot-blooded and thought he was provoking them, so they went up and attacked.”

Dulin read the testimony and shook his head: "It looks like they drank quite a bit too."

"Yes, more than a hundred drunkards were fighting in the street, and His Majesty's fifth grandson... isn't he here now?"

Dulin turned around and saw a muscular, middle-aged man striding towards him, accompanied by a petite girl who seemed to have some elven blood, but not much.

"Young Master Dulin, is that right?" Perhaps having heard of Dulin's reputation, he approached Dulin and forced a smile from the fat on his face: "Greetings, young master. Everyone says that your snacks and cigarettes can grant immortality, so I'm shamelessly asking for one."

Dulin shook hands with him, glanced at the petite girl, who smiled and bowed to Dulin: "Greetings, young sir. My husband is very outspoken, please don't mind him."

"It's alright, being outspoken is a good thing. But once you have children, I suggest your husband stop laughing, it might scare the kids," Du Lin said with a smile.

"Thank you for your advice, young sir. You're absolutely right. His nephew doesn't even dare to cry when he sees him." The petite girl covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes narrowing. The big man looked a little embarrassed.

“Big guy, you’re going to be a dad, so I’m out of cigarettes.” Du Lin said with a smile, then took out a box of pastries and handed it over. “These four old men, let them rest here for now. The floor is hard, and it’s good to teach them a lesson. When they wake up, let them go back to their own homes. What do you think?”

The item was given to the petite girl, but the words were spoken to the burly man, who nodded vigorously: "You're right."

"I'll cover the medical expenses and food costs first. You don't need to refund any extra, and I'll make up the difference if you need less." After saying that, Du Lin took out five gold ingots from his spatial bag and slapped them into the white-headed turtle's arms.

(End of this chapter)