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Located in the villa area near Mingyue Community in Yi'an District.

Zhang Zelong's face twitched slightly, but his hand holding the phone remained steady.

He pulled out a cigarette pack with one hand, shook a cigarette, bit the filter, and asked:

"What noise have you made this time?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haobai poured out his grievances, recounting his conflict with Luo Feng in fits and starts.

"What did you say?!"

Zhang Zelong suddenly raised his voice, and the cigarette fell to the ground:

"Not only did you hit the martial artist's father, but you also called the police and had him sent to a detention center, and even asked someone to break his leg there?"

On the phone, Zhang Haobai's tone immediately softened by the shout:

"Dad, I didn't mean to, I was set up!"

"That Luo Feng and I have always been at odds back in school. He deliberately came to cause me trouble after passing the preliminary martial artist assessment!"

Zhang Zelong laughed in anger upon hearing this:

"You mean, a martial artist used his own father as bait, letting you beat him up, just to deal with you?"

"So Luo Feng is that filial?!"

Zhang Zelong was so angry he almost laughed. Should his son's brain be checked at a museum? Who would use their own father as bait to harm someone?

"I...I..."

Zhang Haobai's tone immediately softened, clearly indicating that he had realized the logical problem in this explanation.

Zhang Zelong didn't delve into this matter further, but instead focused on the core of the problem:

"So, did Luo Feng get into trouble in the detention center?"

Zhang Haobai's tone weakened further as he whispered, "No... however, it seems that one of the people I asked Brother Zhou to arrange was killed by Luo Feng."

Someone died?

Zhang Zelong's previously calm emotions suddenly exploded; he could feel his blood vessels throbbing violently.

"Damn it, how could you kill someone?!"

Zhang Haobai quickly explained, "Dad, I didn't kill anyone, it was Luo Feng, he killed someone!"

"Is there a difference?" Zhang Zelong retorted, sneering, "Who would blame Luo Feng for this life? It's all on your head, on your father's head!!"

"Grass!"

Zhang Zelong was absolutely furious:

"I should have shot you into the wall back then!!"

His mother grumbled, unable to resist the urge to smash the phone on the ground, but forcibly restrained herself:

"You son of a bitch, get your ass back here right now!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haobai immediately cried out on the phone:

"Dad, you have to save me!!"

"If you don't come back, I'll personally send you to jail."

Zhang Zelong cursed and hung up the phone. He paced back and forth in his living room a few times before finally picking up his phone and dialing his younger brother's number.

As soon as the call connected, Zhang Zelong said directly:

"Zehu, something's happened. Haobai has offended a martial artist."

Zhang Zehu, who was about to ask something, paused for a moment and then pressed on:

"Brother, what exactly happened? Who is the other party?"

At this moment, Zhang Zelong calmly explained:

"A martial artist who just passed the preliminary martial artist assessment today is named Luo Feng. He is Hao Bai's classmate, and there is some conflict between them."

"That man's father is a construction worker. He came to our house to do odd jobs today and was beaten up by Haobai. Luo Feng happened to see it, and Haobai got beaten up by Luo Feng. He was so angry that he called the police and had the man arrested. He even asked the Zhou family to arrange for someone to break his leg."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zehu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before explaining:

Has the National Security Bureau intervened?

"Not yet," Zhang Zelong explained.

Zhang Zehu immediately suggested, "There's still time, brother. I have 30 million here. Go and apologize to Luo Feng now. As long as you get his forgiveness, Haobai won't be in jail for long."

At this moment, Zhang Zelong gritted his teeth and said, suppressing his anger:

"One of the people from the Zhou family faction has died."

"Someone's dead?!" Zhang Zehu exploded upon hearing this: "What kind of work is Haobai doing?!"

Zhang Zelong, also holding back his anger, asked, "Zehu, what should we do now?"

"Damn it," Zhang Zehu cursed, his voice low and suppressed, "When someone dies in the detention center, things get much harder to settle!"

"Now it's not just Luo Feng who needs compensation, the detention center also needs to give an explanation."

"This time, Haobai will definitely have to go to jail for several years, maybe even..."

Zhang Zehu didn't continue, but Zhang Zelong understood what was coming.

If the compensation is not adequate, Zhang Haobai might have to eat some "seaweed and egg drop soup without vegetables or flowers"!

Zhang Zelong's eyes immediately reddened: "Zehu, Haobai is my only son."

Zhang Zehu fell silent.

He was unmarried, and Zhang Zelong only had one son. He had painstakingly trained him to become an 18-year-old advanced student, who was about to become a martial artist. If he were executed, he would lose everything.

At this moment, Zhang Zehu suppressed his emotions and began to make arrangements:

"Brother, you mortgaged the house, and the company can take as much cash as it can. I'll raise some more."

"I've estimated that we should be able to raise around 180 or 190 million."

"You can use 50 million to shut Luo Feng up. He's a newbie in martial arts with a narrow perspective, so it should be easy for him to be fed."

"In short, tomorrow morning, take Haobai with you and go to the detention center right now to handle the police report. Get the person released as soon as possible and obtain their forgiveness."

"We must take care of Luo Feng before the Security Bureau gets involved, understand?"

"I understand," Zhang Zelong replied.

At this moment, Zhang Zehu added:

"Brother, please be patient then. Right now, the most important thing is to save Haobai's life."

Zhang Zelong's tone immediately became much lower.

"I... know what's important."

"Brother, you go ahead and get busy. I'm rushing back from the fields to raise money."

After saying that, the phone call ended.

Zhang Zelong finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the ashtray next to him, smashed it on the ground with a bang, and cursed, "Damn it!"

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The next day, at 8 a.m.

After settling Luo Feng's family in, Xiao Yang returned to the police station to begin the resignation process.

As soon as he arrived, Wang Xiang, who was standing guard at the lobby bar, stood up and walked straight up to him:

"Xiao Yang, wait a minute."

"What's wrong, Chief Wang?"

Xiao Yang looked at Wang Xiang, who seemed to be deliberately squatting there for him, with a puzzled expression, and asked:

"What happened?"

"Some good news has come."

Wang Xiang walked over, put his arm around Xiao Yang's shoulder, and whispered:

"When Director Li found out about your resignation last night, he applied for a 'consultant' position for you overnight."

"This job doesn't require any actual work. At most, you'll be here for two days during the college entrance exam period to keep things under control."

"A monthly salary of 50, access to a special talent channel, and the ability to log in to the military's martial arts forum to purchase items needed by martial artists."

"Don't think it's too little; this is the maximum job support Li can apply for."

"Is that so?" Xiao Yang was immediately surprised when he heard this.

Is this a case of taking money and honor, incidentally using military resources, and begging him to lend his name to someone?

This treatment isn't bad, considering that Xiao Yang only revealed last night that he passed the preliminary martial artist assessment. Based on that, Wang Xiang and Li Su probably thought he was just a junior warrior who had just passed the assessment.

Providing such support to novice soldiers is already a timely help.

Faced with this "good intention," Xiao Yang thought for a moment and then decided to accept it.

After all, this is the first place he worked after transmigrating. The sixth apartment where Xiao Yang is currently living is a talent apartment arranged by the police station. The equipment he used to go to the One Piece world yesterday was borrowed from the police station. In layman's terms, Yi'an Police Station is the "home" that gave him his first investment.

Although he is now a high-ranking general and his strength far exceeds that of others, accepting the police station's contract at a "low price" can be considered as repaying this favor.

Realizing this, Xiao Yang immediately said:

"I've already signed a contract with Extreme Martial Arts Gym."

Wang Xiang's expression changed.

At this moment, Xiao Yang changed the subject:

"However, I specifically read the contract beforehand, and it doesn't stop me from having my name listed outside."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, scolding:

"You brat, becoming a martial artist really changes things; you're actually making fun of me!"

"Hahaha!" Xiao Yang laughed and joked, "Things are different now than before."

After saying that, Xiao Yang pressed on:

When will we sign the contract?

"I called Officer Li, and he's in the duty room in the backyard. He'll be here soon."

Just as Wang Xiang finished speaking, he heard a screeching sound of brakes.

He turned his head and looked towards the gate, and immediately saw Zhang Haobai and Zhang Zelong getting out of the car.

At this moment, Wang Xiang suddenly realized something, gestured towards Xiao Yang with his chin, and reminded him:

"The Zhang family father and son are here, probably because of Luo Feng's matter."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang immediately looked towards the father and son outside the door.

Just then, Zhang Haobai, with swollen cheeks and red eyes, looked up from below the steps outside the door and met Xiao Yang's gaze.