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

Chang Kun stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Looking at Sima Bin's blood-smeared face, and then at the police officers' increasingly serious "study postures," I thought to myself that this was probably the legendary "leniency outside the law."

Not not reporting, time is not here!

When the time comes, even God can't stop it, let alone anyone who wants to.

Ma Wencai's wife bit down for a long time before letting go.

She opened her mouth, and half an ear fell out, landing with a "thud" on the ground, lying limply on the cement floor.

Sima Bin's left ear was missing half, a bloody mess, and blood was flowing down his neck.

He slid down the wall, his legs trembling, unable to stand.

"You're insane!" Sima Bin covered his ears. "Insane! You're all insane!"

Ma Wencai's wife stood in front of him, her mouth covered in blood, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Sima Bin.

That gaze sent a shiver down Sima Bin's spine, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Xiao Chang, why is it so lively here?" The voice carried an imposing aura.

A man in his fifties, wearing a dark blue police uniform, was standing at the door. Two men stood beside him, following respectfully behind.

The cafeteria fell silent immediately.

Several police officers instinctively stood at attention, and a square-faced officer stepped forward: "Director Huang."

Director Huang glanced at the messy cafeteria, with tea spilled all over the floor, and then at Sima Bin, who was slumped against the wall—his face was covered in blood, he was covering his ears, and his shirt was mostly red, as if he had just finished acting out a murder case.

Then I looked at Ma Wencai's wife, whose lips were still stained with blood. She was squatting on the ground, with old and new wounds still showing on her arms.

His gaze lingered on Sima Bin for a moment, recognizing him, before turning to Chang Kun: "Xiao Chang, is this what you were talking about on the phone?"

Chang Kun went up to him and shook hands with Director Huang: "Director Huang, you've come at the right time. This is a long story..."

Director Huang glanced at Sima Bin, his lips twitching slightly. "Tell me the situation first. You didn't explain clearly over the phone. What kind of accident is it that I have to come here in person?"

Chang Kun glanced at Sima Bin, who had completely collapsed against the wall, curled up in the corner, without a trace of arrogance.

Xiao Lü and Xiao Yu were still standing beside him, "protecting" him and preventing him from being "hurt again".

Chang Kun recounted the whole story from the beginning, without embellishing or covering up for anyone.

It all started with Ma Wencai harassing Che Xiaorui in the broadcasting room, then the theft of supplies from the slush fund, the standoff in the canteen, the words Ma Wencai shouted in public, and the old and new scars on his wife's arm.

Director Huang listened, nodded, and his gaze fell on the arm of Ma Wencai's wife, who was squatting by the wall, but he didn't speak immediately.

In the meantime, Sima Bin, who had been slumped in the corner, came to his senses.

He covered his bloodied ear, got up from the ground, and his expression changed from pain to grievance.

He pointed at Chang Kun, his voice shrill and urgent, his words incoherent.

"He's talking nonsense! Director Huang, don't listen to him!"

"They orchestrated all of this! Ma Wencai has gone mad, and his wife has gone mad too!"

"These people all conspired to frame me! I'm innocent! I'm the victim! Did you see that? They bit off my ear—"

After he finished speaking, Director Huang slowly turned around and looked at Sima Bin.

Those eyes weren't big, but they were very bright; when they stared at someone, it was as if they could see right through their bones.

After staring at Sima Bin for a few seconds, Sima Bin's voice grew lower and weaker until only his lips were still trembling.

Director Huang turned his gaze back to Ma Wencai.

Ma Wencai had already been taken away by the police. He stood in the corner with his head drooping, his face covered in tears and snot, looking like a plucked chicken.

"Ma Wencai," Director Huang's voice was stern, "I know everything you just said. Now I'm asking you, tell the truth. If you explain yourself clearly, you'll be considered to have redeemed yourself!"

Upon hearing Director Huang's words, Ma Wencai trembled, raised his head, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He swallowed hard, his lips trembled, and his voice was soft and hoarse: "I'll talk... I'll tell you everything..."

His first words silenced the entire cafeteria.

"Those sleeping pills were obtained by my brother-in-law... no, by Sima Bin. He asked me to get them from the clinic at his workplace. My wife doesn't know about them."

"At work... I crushed the medicine into powder, and when I got home I put it in her porridge. She ate it and then fell asleep. She slept very soundly, and I couldn't wake her up no matter what I did."

Someone in the cafeteria gasped.

Those two are truly scheming beasts!

Ma Wencai's voice gradually became more steady, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Not only my wife, but when we were in Daxing, my brother-in-law, no, Sima Bin, asked me to find female colleagues in his workplace who were good-looking, honest, and wouldn't dare to make a fuss."

"He told me to first get close to them, invite them to dinner, and give them gifts. If they weren't willing, I should find a way..."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Find a place where no one's around..."

"How many are there?" Director Huang's voice was still not loud.

Ma Wencai lowered his head, his voice muffled: "Three or four. I can't remember exactly. It's been too long."

After saying this, he shrugged, as if he had shrunk by half.

There was a terrifying silence in the cafeteria at first, then it erupted into chaos.

Some people cursed them as beasts, some slammed their fists on the table, and some were so angry they couldn't speak and just stomped their feet.

Lei Guohong slammed the enamel mug he was holding onto the table, cracking the bottom and spilling water all over the table. He didn't care and turned to rush toward Sima Bin, but Lao Zeng grabbed him around the waist.

Chang Kun stood at the back of the crowd, his brows furrowed in worry.

He knew Ma Wencai was no good, and he knew Sima Bin was no good either, but he didn't expect them to be this rotten.

There was more than one; there were three or four female comrades.

When they were working on the Daxing Railway section, some of the female comrades were already married, while others had just started working. They were bullied but dared not speak up, afraid of losing their jobs, afraid of losing face, and afraid that no one would believe them if they spoke out.

These two people took advantage of their fear and lived in Daxing with impunity for an unknown period of time until they were transferred to the capital.

If it weren't for the big incident involving the two pig legs, and if Ma Wencai hadn't been caught harassing Che Xiaorui in the broadcasting room, they would have continued their shady dealings just like in Daxing.

Ma Wencai's wife remained squatting against the wall, her head buried in her knees, her shoulders shrugging.

Aunt Song squatted down next to her, gently placing one hand on her back, unsure of what to say.

Director Huang's face was so dark it could drip water. He turned around and looked at Sima Bin, his gaze like two knives.

Sima Bin felt as if he had been nailed to the wall by that gaze.

"Take him away!!" Director Huang practically shouted.

The existence of such a corrupt element in the police force is a dereliction of duty on their part!