Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

From afar, Sima Bin could hear the commotion coming from the cafeteria.

He pushed open the cafeteria door, and before he could even stand up straight, his eyes had already scanned the room.

He paused for a moment on the police officer, then glanced at Ma Wencai in the corner, and then at the account books spread out on the table. His face immediately darkened.

Before his henchmen could even follow him in, he shoved his briefcase aside and raised his voice eight octaves.

"What are you doing? Who hit him?"

"Who called the police? Don't they even respect me, their section chief?!"

"I hit him! This kid stole something and started it, so he deserved to get beaten up!" Chang Kun wasn't afraid of the new section chief at all.

Sima Bin turned around and glared at Chang Kun.

This kid just beat up Ma Wencai a few days ago, and now he's causing trouble again.

Does he even respect me as his boss?

"Stealing? Which eye of yours saw that?!"

"Besides, if he had just attacked, why didn't you just dodge? Why did you have to fight back! Look what you did to him!"

Everyone was stunned. This guy was attacking and they couldn't even fight back?

What kind of logic is this?!

Chang Kun felt that these words sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was the prototype of the later concept of fighting back as mutual fighting!

So that's where it all started!

"Chief Sima, if I beat you up, are you going to fight back?"

The crowd burst into laughter, while Sima Bin's face turned red with anger.

"you!……"

With subordinates like that, it's impossible to lead a team!

We need to find a reason to kick this kid out!

The square-faced police officer stepped forward, introduced himself, and said that he had received a report that something had been stolen from his workplace and had come to check it out; this was a routine police response.

Sima Bin's expression changed, his gaze shifting from the police officer to Chang Kun, and finally settling on Ma Wencai, who was slumped against the wall.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then footsteps sounded again at the cafeteria entrance.

The police officer who went to pick up the person returned, followed by a woman in her thirties.

As soon as the woman entered the room, she saw Ma Wencai squatting in the corner. She was stunned for a moment, and then her expression changed.

Her gaze swept around the room, landed on Sima Bin's face, paused for two seconds, then looked away, finally returning to Ma Wencai.

Before she could even speak, Sima Bin's face darkened.

"What are you doing! Calling Xiao Ma's family here without any evidence, how is he supposed to face the neighbors after this? Does he have any reputation left?!"

The police officer who brought the suspects back interrupted Sima Bin: "Our police station has its own reasons for handling this case. Chief Sima, you can just stand aside and watch!"

When I went to Ma Wencai's house just now, I asked the old lady who was watching the commotion nearby.

Ma Wencai's family is well-off; they can eat meat almost every day. But this guy is very stingy and never shares even a little bit with his neighbors.

Not only that, this guy also beats his wife, often beating her until she screams in pain.

They haven't searched his house for stolen goods yet, but his wife seems timid, so they'll probably get a lot out of her just by asking her questions.

Ma Wencai's wife stood in the canteen, her lips trembling slightly as she prepared to speak.

"Shut the hell up!"

A loud, hoarse voice rang out, and Ma Wencai, who had been sitting in the corner, woke up at some point. He stood up, leaning against the wall, his glasses gone, and his expression both fierce and anxious.

He pointed at his wife, his voice shrill and piercing.

"Why aren't you at home? What are you doing here? Go back home!"

"Don't talk about family matters outside! Do you hear me?!"

Before several of his colleagues who were nearby could react, Ma Wencai had already rushed over.

He slapped his wife across the face with a crisp "smack," and the entire cafeteria fell silent.

The woman turned her head to the side after being hit, covering her face. She didn't make a sound or dodge, but only slightly shrank her shoulders.

The crowd froze for a second or two, then erupted in chaos.

Sister Wu was the first to rush forward, pointing her finger at Ma Wencai and yelling, "Are you even human? Beating your wife in front of so many people? Who do you think you are?!"

Aunt Song also squeezed over, pulled Ma Wencai's wife closer to her, blocked her in front of her, and glanced back at her.

The woman had five red marks on her cheeks, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and red eyes, but she didn't shed a single tear.

Aunt Song turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

The police officers also reacted. Si Fang stepped forward, grabbed Ma Wencai's arm, and pulled him back.

"Assaulting someone in front of the police? You've got some nerve!"

Another policeman shielded Ma Wencai's wife to one side, speaking in a stern tone.

"Don't be afraid, lady. Tell us what's wrong. With us here, he won't dare do anything to you."

Ma Wencai was being restrained but was still struggling, cursing and swearing, saying things like, "It's none of your business how I handle family matters!" and "What business is it of yours if I beat my own wife!"

The police officers ignored him and just tightened their grip on his arm.

Ma Wencai's wife stood there with her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. It took her a long time before she finally raised her head.

She had big eyes and delicate features, but the red mark on her face hadn't faded yet, which made people's hearts clench.

She looked at the police officer and spoke in a low voice, but clearly, word by word.

"A few days ago he brought home two pig legs, along with rice, oil, and eggs, all from his workplace. I asked him where they came from, and he said they were provided by his workplace... I didn't think much of it."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the cafeteria.

"You stole things from your workplace and took them home, claiming they were issued by the company. Do you even deserve to be issued those?"

"He steals food and money, and he even dares to hit people."

"With so much stuff, why don't you just move the entire railway section home!"

"That son of a bitch really needs to be taught a lesson!"

Ma Wencai was being held by two policemen. He struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so he simply stopped struggling and started shouting with his neck stiff.

"Don't listen to her nonsense! My wife's out of her mind, she's just rambling on!"

"Why do you believe her and not me? You're catching a thief red-handed; did you find anything?"

"If nothing was found, you can't convict me based solely on words; it's just hearsay!"

The police officers exchanged glances, their lips curling into a half-smile.

"Are you here to give us a lesson?"

"Words are no proof? Ma Wencai, are you trying to teach us how to solve cases?"

"You're a police officer too. Once you're in the interrogation room, do we need to teach you those tricks?"

It's a done deal that Ma Wencai stole things.

Before even entering the interrogation room, they were handcuffed under the window and left to dry for several hours, unable to stand up or squat down, subjected to whatever discomfort they felt.

Then they don't give them water or food, and if they go hungry for a day or two, even a tough guy can't stand it, let alone a spineless person like Ma Wencai.

At that time, he'll probably be able to clearly confess to peeping at widows bathing when he was a child.

What's more, there are many more underhanded methods that are best left unsaid. If we were to actually talk about them, it would be like pulling a knife to the backside—it's an eye-opener!

Ma Wencai's face was deathly pale, and sweat poured down his forehead.

Having worked for the railway police for so many years, he knows the procedures for persecuting people better than anyone else.

I never imagined that one day it would happen to me.