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

Chang Kun didn't look at him, turned around and went to the dispatch room to make a phone call.

Sima Bin stood there, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move. In the end, he stared blankly at his shiny leather shoes.

Of course he knew Director Huang; he had seen him on the stage at the last bureau meeting.

How did this guy surnamed Chang get to know them? And he could summon them with just one phone call?

Sweat dripped down his temples from his forehead. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his expression slowly changed from panic to a strange calm.

He pondered for a moment, and realized that Ma Wencai's words were all just his own talk. Did he have any evidence?

Sleeping pills? I threw away the bottle a long time ago.

Sneaking into his house in the middle of the night? Who saw it? His wife herself doesn't even know she was drugged!

It's all just Ma Wencai spouting nonsense!

Even if he goes to the police station, as long as he refuses to confess, would the police dare to use torture on someone of his rank? They wouldn't dare!

Without evidence, they'll have to release the person after a day or two.

He will still be the section chief, the top leader of this railway section.

Having figured all this out, Sima Bin slowly straightened his back.

He raised his chin, a faint smile even appearing at the corner of his mouth. That smile coldly swept over Chang Kun, over the police officers, and over the angry faces in the canteen.

Those eyes clearly said, "What can you do to me?!"

"Go ahead and investigate. If you find any evidence, I'll admit it."

Sima Bin's voice carried a condescending sarcasm.

"If they can't find anything, then Ma Wencai is just a mad dog biting wildly! He'll say anything to evade responsibility, and you actually believe him?"

He paused, looked around, and gave a cold laugh.

"I'm the section chief, appointed by higher authorities! If you want to arrest me, you need evidence. Without evidence, anyone who dares to lay a finger on me is framing a state cadre..."

Before he could finish speaking, an enamel mug flew over.

The jar grazed Sima Bin's ear and flew past, crashing with a "bang" against the wall behind him, splashing water everywhere.

Sima Bin instinctively shrank his neck, and before he could react, another enamel mug flew over.

This time he couldn't dodge it; it hit him squarely on the shoulder, spilling tea all over him, with tea stalks hanging from his shoulder.

"You still want to come back as section chief? Keep dreaming!"

Monkey King threw the enamel mug in his hand, stood in front of the crowd, put his hands on his hips, and the veins on his neck bulged high.

"The dirty deeds you've done are enough to land you a lifetime in jail!"

Xiao Lü pulled out a rolling pin from somewhere, weighed it a couple of times, and got into position, ready to go up at any moment.

"So what if you're a section chief? Does that give you the right to abuse other people's wives?"

Xiao Yu squeezed to the front, shouting, "I don't care what rank you are, you deserve to be beaten up for doing something so beastly!"

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Sister Wu stood at the front, hands on her hips, pointing her finger at Sima Bin and yelling, "You shameless bastard! You still have the nerve to call yourself a section chief? A section chief doing such a despicable thing, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Aunt Song grabbed Ma Wencai's wife's hand: "She was such a good wife, and you and Ma Wencai ruined her like this. You still want to come back as section chief? If you dare come back, I'll chop up the thing that harmed you!"

Sima Bin dodged a flying enamel mug, his composure almost crumbling.

That's exactly the effect he wanted—the more chaotic, the better; the more they fought, the better.

As long as they lay hands on him, he could cry foul, claim he was the victim, and say that these people were attacking state officials, turning Ma Wencai's words into a "farce."

He took several steps back until he reached the wall, his back pressed against the cold surface, still sticking his neck out with that "eat shit!" expression.

"You want to hit someone? Go ahead and hit them!"

He didn't notice that Ma Wencai's wife in the corner had raised her head, and her eyes, no longer dull, had become like two flames.

She stared at Sima Bin with a gaze that seemed to want to dissect his bones one by one to see what was inside.

The perpetrator is still performing, while the victim has already woken up.

The situation was in complete chaos.

Just as Monkey King's enamel mug flew past and Xiao Lü hadn't even swung his rolling pin, no one noticed when Ma Wencai's wife in the corner had stood up.

She remained squatting on the ground, with Aunt Song's hand on her shoulder, without moving.

But just as Sima Bin finished saying "Go ahead and fight," she suddenly sprang up from the ground like an enraged female beast, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and she lunged at Sima Bin.

She moved as fast as a shadow, and before anyone around her could react, she had already pounced on Sima Bin.

Sima Bin instinctively reached out to block, but before he could even raise his hand, she had already bitten his left ear.

His jaw was clenched, his cheeks were bulging, and the veins on his forehead were standing out. All the strength in his body was concentrated on that one bite.

"ah!--"

With a scream, Sima Bin let out a pig-like scream that could probably be heard throughout the entire workplace.

I reached out to push her head, but it wouldn't budge after two tries.

I tried to pull her arm again, but she still wouldn't let go.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto Sima Bin's shirt, a shocking sight.

"Let go! Let go!"

Sima Bin's voice had changed tone, as if he was being choked and shouting.

She wouldn't loosen her grip; her teeth clenched tighter and tighter, and she even started shaking her head and tearing downwards.

Sima Bin's screams grew louder; half of his ear was torn off, and blood smeared half of his face.

He was trembling all over in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face. His glasses were askew on the bridge of his nose, and a few drops of blood splattered on the lenses, making everything look red.

The cafeteria was in complete chaos, with people screaming and pushing forward.

Several police officers stood a few steps away, their gazes turned elsewhere. Some turned their heads to examine the clock on the wall, while others examined their shoelaces. No one paid any attention to Ma Wencai's wife's violence.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Lü squeezed in from both sides, shouting "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" They each grabbed one of Sima Bin's arms. Although they said they were trying to break up the fight, their grip was anything but.

Sima Bin's arm was held down firmly, and he was as if nailed to the wall, unable to move.

He gasped in pain, trying to break free but couldn't. His mouth opened and closed, making a "hoarse" sound, like a bellows.

"You—you let go!—"

"You're showing favoritism!!"

Xiao Yu looked completely innocent, but didn't loosen her grip at all.

"Section Chief, we're here to help you. Look how agitated she is, we don't want her to hurt you."

Xiao Lü nodded on the other side, his expression even more sincere than Xiao Yu's. He tightened his grip, pressing Sima Bin's shoulder firmly against the wall, and pretended to persuade Ma Wencai's wife.

"Big sister, let's talk this out, don't resort to violence..."

"Ah! No, you didn't use your hands, you used your mouth..."