Courtyard House: She got anxious when He Yushui wasn't licked.

Looking at the injuries on Sha Zhu's face, an old man named Yi Zhonghai asked, "Sha Zhu, are you alright?"

He Yuzhu shook his head, still stubbornly insisting, and asked, "Nothing's wrong, sir. Why didn't Director Yang come with you?"

An old man named Yi Zhonghai shook his head and said, "Shazhu, you've gone too far this time. Are those leftovers you brought? Director Yang won't save you now."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu immediately retorted indignantly, "I only ate half of their food. Besides, I didn't eat their food for free; I cooked for them! With my ancestral cooking skills, I should have charged them for the processing, right? Now they're not even helping me. They really misjudged Director Yang."

An old man named Yi Zhonghai said speechlessly, "Sha Zhu, you really can't blame Director Yang. In front of the factory leaders, you take half of everything. Who wouldn't be angry? What could Director Yang do in front of everyone? He could only sacrifice the pawn to save the king."

That makes sense, but He Yuzhu is stubborn and holds grudges.

Seeing He Yuzhu's sullen appearance, an old man named Yi Zhonghai told He Yuzhu what he had found out: "Silly Zhu, I've found out that the person who reported you is someone from our courtyard."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu immediately became agitated, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he asked, "Who is it? Xu Damao?"

An elderly man named Yi Zhonghai shook his head and said, "It's not Xu Damao, it's Wang Lin."

Upon hearing those two words, He Yuzhu felt an urge to rush out of the police station and charge back.

Even the elderly Yi Zhonghai never expected that Wang Lin would go to such extremes, actually filing a formal complaint against He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Wang Lin! When I get back, I'll beat you half to death! I'll make sure you can't take care of yourself!"

Upon hearing the name "Wang Lin," the police officer standing guard asked, "Is he Wang Lin from the purchasing department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill?"

The old man, Yi Zhonghai, was surprised that the policeman also knew Wang Lin. He nodded and said, "Yes, Wang Lin from our institute works in the purchasing department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill."

After confirming it was the same person, the police officer left.

This completely baffled the two of them. Could it be that Wang Lin had committed a crime and was a fugitive?

The next second, a middle-aged man who looked like a police station leader led two policemen in and gave the order: "From now on, no one is allowed to visit He Yuzhu. The evidence of his theft of factory property is conclusive. However, due to the understanding of the factory leaders, he will be detained for fifteen days and taken away."

Everything was fine just now, how come visits are now completely prohibited?

An elderly man named Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and asked, "Sir, why are visits no longer allowed?"

He Yuzhu was taken away and detained by two police officers.

Chen Weiming sized up Yi Zhonghai and said with a seemingly reasonable explanation, "Didn't you just visit him? What, do you want to visit this guy who stole public property every day? I suspect you're in cahoots with him. Why don't we investigate you too?"

The old man, Yi Zhonghai, was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand to distance himself from the situation, saying, "No, no, no, we live in the same compound and work in the same factory. As an elder, it's natural for me to come and ask about the situation so that I can give my neighbors in the compound an explanation."

"Go back if there's nothing else." Chen Weiming wasn't looking for trouble out of boredom; one of his men had told him that the person who reported He Yuzhu was Wang Lin, the grandson of that person, whom they had been searching for!

Chen Weiming may not be able to control other places, but in his own little territory, he still has some say. He Yuzhu's next fifteen days in detention are going to be tough, and Chen Weiming is going to stand up for Wang Lin.

Chapter 101 The Soft-Headed Shrimp He Yuzhu

In the police station's detention room, Chen Weiming specially chose a cell that was used to hold thugs in order to take care of He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu has a bad temper. If he's locked up with some thugs and scum, they're bound to fight, and then there will be another legitimate reason to extend his detention.

Once locked in the detention cell, He Yuzhu was preoccupied with how to teach Wang Lin a lesson once he got out, completely ignoring his current situation.

"Oh, a new face, is this your first time here?"

A thug with a roguish air saw He Yuzhu and went up to chat him up.

"I don't know you, so please don't stand in front of me." He Yuzhu suppressed his temper.

"Kid! You're pretty brave, aren't you? Do you know who's in charge here?" The thug rubbed his hands together, wanting to teach this big, dumb guy who had just walked in a lesson and have some fun.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but I, Shazhu, am not afraid of trouble either!" He Yuzhu was holding back his anger. This thug was obviously here to provoke him. As the war god of the courtyard, he couldn't tolerate it.

"He's pretty arrogant! Brothers, let's teach him a lesson." The thug was clearly no pushover either, and he immediately waved to his two brothers in the corner.

In the police station, you either need to be a tough and ruthless fighter, or you need to have helpers and a numerical advantage.

If you can't have either of those advantages, then you'll just be bullied.

He Yuzhu stood up, his tall and imposing figure staring at the three thugs who were shorter than him, and cursed, "Three little brats dare to act like big shots in front of me? They should take a piss and look at themselves in the mirror."

The three thugs were scolded, so they went up and started fighting with He Yuzhu.

At first, He Yuzhu could barely manage to inflict heavy damage on his enemies while suffering heavy losses on himself, thanks to his large size. However, as the fight progressed, the three thugs began to use all sorts of insidious tricks, and He Yuzhu started to find himself unable to defend himself.

They were always up to no good, from stealing chickens and dogs to pulling up garlic sprouts; these tactics forced He Yuzhu to keep his legs together in defense.

The thugs grew more and more aggressive, launching various sneak attacks on He Yuzhu and relentlessly punching and kicking him whenever they found his weaknesses.

He Yuzhu was no match for them and could only curl up on the ground, covering his head and letting them beat him.

When the police at the detention center saw that it was about time, he came in with a stick and drove the thugs away.

When He Yuzhu got up, his scalp was broken and bleeding, his mouth was also broken, his body was covered with footprints, and his back ached.

The police looked at He Yuzhu and the three thugs and said, "For causing trouble and fighting, you will be detained for another fifteen days."

He Yuzhu, who was originally supposed to be released in fifteen days, realized that he had been given another fifteen days. This was no small matter, so he quickly pleaded, "Officer, they hit me. I was acting in self-defense."

The police officer laughed and said, "I didn't see self-defense. I only saw you wrestling with the three of them, and all of them were injured."

Indeed, the three thugs had bruises on their faces and footprints on their clothes.

No matter what you say, if the police say you were fighting, then you are not acting in self-defense.

The three thugs realized that this guy with some fighting skills was being given special treatment, so they decided to take advantage of it. They figured that while they were in detention, they had plenty of food and drink, and once they got out, they might not even have enough to eat. A 15-day extension of detention was nothing to them.

He Yuzhu never expected that there would be such a scoundrel in this police station. He immediately began to accuse, "I want to see your chief. I want to file a complaint against you."

The policeman didn't take it seriously. He laughed to himself, thinking, "If the chief hadn't hinted that he wanted to get rid of you, do you think you'd be locked up here? You think you can complain to the chief about me? Dream on."

He Yuzhu kept shaking the iron gate in front of him, shouting that he wanted to see the leader.

The policeman gave a wink to the three thugs inside, and they immediately understood.

"Let you yell and scream."

One of the thugs kicked He Yuzhu in the buttocks.

He Yuzhu was kicked. He turned around and glared angrily at the three thugs. His eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. He transformed into a bull warrior and roared as he charged towards the three thugs.

The three thugs figured out He Yuzhu's situation: he was strong, not very bright, impulsive, slow, and had poor stamina.

So the three thugs toyed with He Yuzhu like a monkey, making him run around, and when he got tired, they would sneak up and kick him.

He Yuzhu had some martial arts skills, but they were useless. He ran and ran until he was panting, his head was spinning, and he stood still for a moment, panting.

Seeing that they were almost exhausted, the three thugs exchanged glances and then surrounded He Yuzhu, knocking him down and then beating him mercilessly.

He Yuzhu could only curl up, covering his head.

The three thugs didn't dare to kill him; after all, they could tell the difference between being detained for a month and going to jail for life.

The police officers sat on chairs outside and watched, since being on duty was quite boring.

He Yuzhu finally understood that someone was trying to frame him. The image of Wang Lin in his mind filled him with boundless rage. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he instantly overpowered the three thugs and began to fight back.

Seeing that things were not going well, the three thugs quickly avoided their attack and scattered.

He Yuzhu's arrogance lasted less than five minutes before he collapsed; his legs went weak.

Seeing this, the three thugs pointed at He Yuzhu and mocked, "He finished in five minutes. We thought he was so great, but he's just a coward."

He Yuzhu was nicknamed "soft-footed shrimp" because his face was red and his neck was thick, making him look quite like a shrimp, especially when he curled up and covered his head to take a beating.

The three thugs got tired and rested on the side.

He Yuzhu also lay down to rest on the other side.

The three thugs took turns resting, fearing that He Yuzhu might launch a sneak attack without any sense of martial ethics.

Originally, He Yuzhu did have this idea, but when he saw the three thugs taking turns to rest, he knew his plan wouldn't work, so he simply closed his eyes and rested as well.

But just as I fell asleep, a big slap landed on my face.

He Yuzhu immediately woke up and stood up, but the person who hit him had already run away.

"Kid! You've offended us, the Four-Nine-Three Tigers, and you still want to sleep? You're dreaming!"

"That's right, since you're sleeping so soundly, we'll provide a wake-up service."

"Anyway, the three of us can take turns resting, so I won't let you rest."

The policeman sitting on the chair outside almost burst out laughing; these three thugs knew how to torture people.

The next morning, He Yuzhu looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He looked completely listless and weak, as if his yang energy had been sucked away by a female ghost.

The three thugs were full of energy, chatting and laughing as they looked at He Yuzhu.

Whenever He Yuzhu falls asleep, he is immediately woken up by a sneak attack and a slap, making it impossible for him to fall asleep again.

He Yuzhu, who had stayed up all night, had dark circles under his eyes and kept yawning. His hatred for Wang Lin had now reached a new level.

When the police changed shifts, He Yuzhu immediately ran over to lodge a complaint.

All he got in return was a series of perfunctory answers from the police officer, who didn't take his accusations seriously at all.

Now, even if He Yuzhu was stupid, he would understand that the police in this detention center were all in cahoots and must have colluded long ago.

He Yuzhu clenched his fists, encouraging himself that he couldn't lose, couldn't back down, and that he had to show these people that he was a real man!

"It's time to put food on."

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The police officers brought food to the door.

He Yuzhu was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back, and he immediately wanted to go and eat something to replenish his strength.

One of the three thugs held He Yuzhu back, while the other two quickly devoured He Yuzhu's food and ran away with their own.

When He Yuzhu arrived, he found only a tiny bit left, which made him so angry that he wanted to unleash his full fighting power and fight those three bastards to the death.

Unfortunately, these three scoundrels believed in teamwork and didn't give He Yuzhu a chance.

The police watched them chase each other from outside, determined not to let He Yuzhu eat a single bite of food. It was much more interesting than watching a black and white movie.

He Yuzhu hadn't slept well all night, and after running a few steps, he was already panting and had to lean against the wall.

"Soft-legged shrimp!"

The thugs stood to the side, eating their food and mocking He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu was exhausted and sat on the ground, panting heavily.