Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

The three-wheeled vehicles, bicycles, and small jeeps sped along, carrying these people directly to the courtyard of Jiaodaokou Police Station.

The wind was biting cold all the way, and Tian Yiming and the other ten children from the compound were shivering from the cold. They were pushed and shoved by the police officers into the police station office one by one.

These second-generation rich kids were exchanging glances on the way.

They weren't actually that scared yet.

In their previous understanding, this was just an ordinary local police station.

At most, it's just a formality to go in and give a statement.

It's just a fight, no one's dead, what's the big deal?

As long as the adults at home hear the news, they can simply have a secretary make a phone call, and they can swagger away without a care in the world.

Then we can use our connections to see that bumpkin Zhang Dabiao locked up in jail, which will avenge our deep-seated grudge from falling into the ice rink today. We admit we can't beat you, but do you think you can outmaneuver us and make us admit defeat?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Although Tian Yiming was seriously injured and his lips were swollen, he still held his chin high.

Who is he?

Tian Yiming is a representative figure of the younger generation in their General Political Department compound! When they were kids, they played horseback riding and fighting games, and he single-handedly beat Gao Feng, Zhao Weiguo, and others!

He always plays the role of "our army commander"! He has never lost!

What's going on today?

Although he didn't want to admit it, he lost, but it didn't matter. Zhang Dabiao was just a nouveau riche with some brute strength. How could he fight against them?

As long as you drag it out until someone comes to your home, all the problems will be solved!

He stared fiercely at Zhang Dabiao's back as he walked ahead.

But what happened next completely stunned these proud and arrogant children of the compound.

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Two large coal stoves were burning brightly in the center of the hall, making the room warm and cozy.

Director Chen Guangliang was sitting behind his desk, flipping through case files.

Hearing the commotion outside, he looked up.

Upon seeing that Zhang Dabiao was leading the way in, Chen Guangliang immediately smiled.

He quickly and loudly instructed his police officers, "Old Mo, Little Li!"

"Hurry up, turn the stove up bigger! Can't you see Da Biao's coming?"

"Go to the back and get a clean towel to wipe him down, then change his clothes. Don't let our city's wealthiest man get cold!"

Chen Guangliang's attitude was even more enthusiastic than when he met his own son or nephew.

Old Mo and Little Li trotted over skillfully.

One of the two men handed Zhang Dabiao a towel to help him change his clothes, while the other pulled up a long bench and placed it in the warmest spot closest to the stove, solicitously inviting Zhang Dabiao to sit down and warm himself by the fire.

Tian Yiming and the others squatted in the cold corner, completely dumbfounded.

Is this some kind of police interrogation or a visit to one's parents' home?!

Who gets this treatment when they get into trouble at the police station?!

Even the sons and daughters of these privileged families wouldn't dare to act like this—it's too arrogant!

Aren't you afraid someone will report you?

Zhang Dabiao didn't stand on ceremony at all, and he wasn't polite at all.

Everyone here is so talented and speaks so nicely. I love being at the police station. It's just like coming home to my parents.

In the past two years, when delivering supplies to the subdistrict office, I also sent some supplies to the subdistrict police station through Director Wang. I couldn't give them openly, so Chen Guangliang and others also owed him a favor. What does it mean to give grain and meat in 60 and 61?

They're not relatives, but they're closer than family!

As long as Zhang Dabiao doesn't make the first move, Chen Guangliang and the others can help him settle things!

Packaged!

Zhang Dabiao sat down casually on the long bench, rubbed his hands together, and placed them over the stove to warm them.

"Director Chen, don't bother."

"Get me a cup of hot tea to warm my stomach, and a cigarette to calm my nerves, please."

Chen Guangliang personally handed over an enamel mug with the Double Happiness logo.

He then took out half a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one, and lit it for Zhang Dabiao himself.

Old Mo, holding a teacup, came over with a cheerful smile.

"Da Biao, which unlucky bastard had the nerve to mess with you today?"

"Everyone in our neighborhood knows your reputation as the nemesis of evil and the vanguard of eliminating wickedness."

Tian Yiming and the others really didn't know!

They came to Shichahai to go ice skating, but the area around Shichahai is under the jurisdiction of several police stations.

Di'anmen Police Station: The jurisdiction clearly includes "three streets, three seas and one Wangfu", and the "three seas" are Qianhai, Houhai and Xihai of Shichahai.

Changqiao Police Station: Its jurisdiction also covers the core area of ​​Shichahai.

Xinjiekou Police Station: Its jurisdiction spans Xinjiekou Street and Shichahai Street, but its jurisdiction area is huge and its affairs are complicated. Its daily police work is mainly carried out by community police stations.

Jiaodaokou Police Station: Primarily responsible for the area east of Shichahai, including Nanluoguxiang. Shichahai and the Bell and Drum Towers can be seen to the west of the station.

The Shichahai area is mainly under the joint jurisdiction of the Di'anmen Police Station and the Changqiao Police Station.

Tian Yiming and his group lived in the General Political Department compound (Huangsi), which is located at the border of Xicheng District and Chaoyang District and is under the jurisdiction of Xinjiekou Police Station.

So they really don't know the Jiaodaokou Police Station or the so-called "crime busters and evil vanguards" here.

I'm so ignorant about this...

Xiao Li chimed in, his face full of admiration.

"you do not say!"

"Tell me, are you going to execute them or give them life imprisonment this time?"

"Think about it, at the beginning of 60, you were arrested for feudal superstition and fighting;"

"Later, there was another group fight among elementary school classmates, the Jia family burglary, a fire caused by burning straw ash in their yard, a major loan sharking case, you were stabbed and fell into the river, you were robbed outside of school, Jia Dongxu died and you were falsely accused by the Jia family..."

"In the past two years, you've taken down quite a few criminals, like XXX, and XXX from the black market... You're bound to get into trouble once you're in jail, Zhang Dabiao! What happened this time?"

Old Mo and Little Li were joking around, their tone as relaxed as if they were listening to a storyteller in a teahouse, but they were actually deliberately leaking a little information to those children of high-ranking officials—about fighting Zhang Dabiao.

You're not qualified.

But the ten young men from the compound who were squatting in the corner felt increasingly disheartened as they listened, and goosebumps rose all over their bodies.

Turns out this guy is not only incredibly strong, but he's also a regular at this police station!

And the record is astonishing! Those executed, those sentenced to life imprisonment, those serving ten or twenty years in jail... the number of people sent in could form a platoon!

They had previously tried to use the police station to deal with Zhang Dabiao.

This is like a little devil running to the King of Hell's palace to complain to the judge; he's practically walking into the line of fire.

These ten sons and daughters of the compound began to regret their actions.

So the police officers' jokes about execution and life imprisonment... actually have a basis in reality? And they're not just bragging!

Zhang Dabiao pointed with his finger, which was holding a cigarette, at Tian Yiming, who was trembling in the corner.

"These bastards beat me up on the ice rink, and the leader of them had the audacity to say he wanted to fight me one-on-one."

"And then those dozen or so shameless bastards ganged up on me!"

"If I hadn't been lucky today, I would have died at Shichahai."

Chen Guangliang's smiling face instantly fell.

He picked up the enamel mug and slammed it heavily on the table, making a loud thud.

"A dozen against one?"

"This is extremely serious!"

"This is a classic example of organized crime!"

"That is a blatant provocation against the construction of public security in Beijing."

"Then just sentence him to life imprisonment."

As soon as Chen Guangliang said this, the hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The ten people in the corner all stared wide-eyed.

Their jaws dropped to the floor, their faces filled with disbelief.

Tian Yiming even forced back the sneeze he was about to sneeze.

He opened his swollen, red mouth but couldn't make a sound for a long time; his mind was buzzing.

A fight and he gets a life sentence?!

Is there no law at all?! Is there no justice left?!