He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

The female police officer rubbed her temples, not wanting to talk to the workers anymore. She turned to stare at Yang Jiulang and said, "I'll ask you one last time. You said they started it, do you have any evidence? If you can't produce any evidence, take them all away."

Seeing that the female officer had a fiery temper, Yang Jiulang didn't keep her in suspense any longer. He quickly took out his phone, opened the video he had recorded, and presented it to the female officer: "Officer, please watch the video."

The female officer leaned close to Yang Jiulang's head, and the two male officers also peeked over from behind to look.

The video was taken through a glass partition and isn't very clear, but you can see everything you need to see.

In the video, a group of rough men are pointing and gesturing at Even. Yang Jiulang squeezes into the crowd and stands in front of Even.

Then the rough-looking man pointed at Yang Jiulang and cursed him, and then Yang Jiulang was punched and bent over, in great pain.

Then one of them kicked Yang Jiulang in the groin, and the man flew out of the air.

Then, a group of people surrounded Yang Jiulang and beat him.

Finally, the chaos subsided, and a group of people lay sprawled on the ground.

The video ends.

Of course, the awkward closing dance that was supposed to be inspired by Bruce Lee was cut out long ago.

After reading the report, the three officers all breathed a sigh of relief. The facts were clear, the responsibilities were clear, and there was no room for anyone to make excuses.

The only thing I can't understand is how Yang Jiulang managed to escape unscathed and defeat everyone while being surrounded by them.

The female officer turned her head and looked at Yang Jiulang with a puzzled expression.

He shouted, "Send me the video later."

Yang Jiulang nodded hurriedly and asked, "Sir, how should we distribute it?"

The female police officer took out her phone, opened the QR code, and stood in front of Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang quickly added him as a friend and sent him the video.

With the facts clear, the female officer waved to her two male colleagues: "Take them with you."

The male officer immediately took action and took away six or seven construction crews.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, the team leader started yelling again, "I'm not going! I'm not going to the police station! I want to go to the hospital! I'm injured!"

The others also joined in the tantrum, with one even clinging to the table leg and refusing to let go.

"The police are covering it up! The police beat people! They're not arresting the people who beat them, but they're arresting us who were beaten."

"There's no justice in this world."

The female police officer gritted her teeth, her face darkening and gradually turning cold.

She glanced at the workers gathered at the entrance and whispered to the two male officers, "Clear the area and close the gate."

The two male officers immediately went out, chased away the onlookers, and pulled up the sunshade curtains in the office.

In the office, only Sirs, Yang Jiulang, Even, and the construction crew lying on the floor remained.

The female police officer turned around, pointed at Yang Jiulang, and warned, "Stop taking pictures secretly."

Yang Jiulang quickly stuffed his phone into his pocket and raised his hands.

The female officer snorted, slowly walked up to the dark-skinned, thin team leader, squatted down, and whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the police station?"

The team leader, seeing the door was closed, felt a little uneasy, but still forced himself to shout, "I'm injured, I need to go to the hospital, you police can't just stand by and watch me die..."

"Snapped!"

The policewoman slapped him across the face, the sound crisp and loud.

The team leader was dumbfounded.

"To go or not to go?" the policewoman said coldly.

"You, you, you, me, me, me..." The team leader's brain completely stopped working.

The female officer stood up and suddenly kicked him hard in the buttocks. The force was so great that he slid two meters across the ground.

"This kick was because you obstructed official business."

Then she kicked twice, making the two tantrum-throwing guys next to her howl in pain.

"These two kicks, if they don't confess, are a waste of my energy and police resources."

The dark-skinned, thin squad leader and his men became completely obedient, cowering on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

Even stared in disbelief, her little red mouth agape in a tiny "o" shape, unable to close.

Yang Jiulang also swallowed hard—this female officer is ruthless.

The female officer clapped her hands, straightened her uniform, and resumed her businesslike expression: "Now, can we go?"

A group of people nodded vigorously.

The curtain was pulled back, and several burly men obediently got up and limped into the police car.

The female officer turned to Yang Jiulang and Even and said, "You two involved parties, come with us to the police station to give your statements."

Even nodded and picked up her bag.

Yang Jiulang followed her out. As he passed the female police officer, she suddenly whispered, "Not bad. What do you train in? Give me your name."

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, then smiled and whispered, "Wing Chun, Yang Jiulang."

The policewoman smiled slightly and strode forward with her long legs.

Yang Jiulang watched her retreating figure, suddenly feeling a bit curious, and pulled up the system to take a look—

[Chen Xue, Favorability: 10.]

Even the name has been revealed.

Yang Jiulang smiled wryly. This female police officer was probably not someone to mess with; it was best not to have any designs on her.

Even's car was a small red SUV, with a clean and tidy interior and a small air freshener with a faint jasmine scent.

Yang Jiulang sat in the passenger seat, obediently fastening his seatbelt, looking a little awkward.

There were only the two of them in the car, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Even started the car, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift, rubbing them together smoothly.

Her profile looked exceptionally beautiful in the sunlight; her short hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing a delicate jawline; her red lips were slightly pursed, and she gazed intently ahead.

Yang Jiulang stole a glance at her, and his heart inexplicably raced.

"Mr. Yang... thank you." Even suddenly spoke, her voice much softer than her usual cold tone.

"Ah? It's nothing, it's nothing." Yang Jiulang quickly waved his hand, "It's nothing."

"I mean," Even paused, "I really don't know what I would have done today if it weren't for you."

Yang Jiulang quickly flattered and reassured him, saying, "Sir, you're like a scholar encountering a soldier; you can't reason with him, and no one can do anything about it."

"Yes, thank you."

Yang Jiulang gave a perfunctory reply, thinking to himself, "If you really want to thank me, then you should scold me less in the future."

"Of course," Yang Jiulang glanced furtively at the delicate, fair hand rubbing the gearshift lever together, "If this hand, this gearshift lever can..."

The car fell silent again.

This silence is especially unbearable for those with ill intentions.

Because the sound of swallowing saliva is amplified.

I had to say something to cover up the gurgling sound.

Yang Jiulang hurriedly changed the subject: "Boss, you drive really well."

Even's lips curled into a slight smile: "It's been open for five years. How about you?"

"I..." Yang Jiulang said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm planning to get my driver's license."

"I'm asking, do you have a car?"

"Uh, I'm planning to buy one." Yang Jiulang was like a child wearing diapers with his legs spread apart, his 'poor money' penis laid bare in front of the woman.

He didn't want to talk anymore.

Even glanced at him sideways, somewhat surprised: "Do you earn a lot? Design institutes seem to pay only average salaries."

Yang Jiulang zipped up his mouth and fastened the lock.

Fortunately, his phone rang at that moment.

It shook violently in my pocket.

Yang Jiulang took it out and saw that it was a message from the three-person group chat.

Hou Qinqin: [Honey, we've gone with my cousin. She said she'll help us look for jobs.]

Lee Hyori: [Hyung, there's food left in the pot. Heat it up when you get back.]

Hou Qinqin: [Honey, I have to criticize you a bit. You were too rough. My cousin can barely walk now, and we're supporting her right now. Next time you're with me, be gentle, okay? Love you, muah!]

Lee Hyori: [Frowning]

Yang Jiulang frowned, a sudden emptiness settling in his heart.

These two young women, though they're unsophisticated and low-class, and speak in a flirtatious way, are actually a bit hard to let go of.