Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

The moment Fang Yu led his men in, Zeng Ran's fierce face froze.

He was still holding an iron rod in his hand, and the three thugs behind him hadn't even reacted yet.

In front of him were Su Xiao and Luo Jiang, and behind him was a group of young men carrying broomsticks and mop handles. He was blocked from both sides, with no way to escape.

"Combating organized crime is everyone's responsibility. In a battle where paths cross, the brave will prevail. Charge, brothers!"

As soon as Su Xiao saw Fang Yu arrive, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she charged forward like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

Su Xiao had long been annoyed by this bald guy who had died.

He grabbed Zeng Ran by the collar and pulled him down, then slammed his knee into him.

Zeng Ran let out a muffled groan, and the iron rod slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fang Yu followed up by stabbing him in the waist from behind with a stick, shouting, "I'll teach you to smash up Brother Su's shop!"

Luo Jiang, along with Lao Liu and Xiao Zhou, also came out from behind the repair station and joined the battle.

What was originally a vicious incident of organized crime gangs looting and vandalizing a place was transformed by Su Xiao into a righteous brawl.

Wu Mengmeng came out from behind the front desk, seized the opportunity and rushed up to stomp hard on Zeng Ran's calf twice.

It's unclear what sensitive spot was stepped on, but Zeng Ran let out a loud howl of pain, even louder than when she was smashing the shop earlier.

He lay on the ground, clutching his head, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Call the police! I want to call the police!"

Sun Yi stood in the corner, having already dialed the phone.

In less than ten minutes, the sound of sirens echoed throughout the technology street.

When the police arrived and learned about the situation, Su Xiao, Fang Yu, and several of their brothers were all taken to the station to give statements.

Just before getting on the bus, Wu Mengmeng squeezed out of the crowd and grabbed Su Xiao's sleeve.

She looked nervous, her eyes were red, and her voice was trembling: "Will they lock you up? Didn't you say he was a big shot? How come you were taken away too!"

Su Xiao looked down at her fingers, which were tightly gripping her clothes, as if afraid of being caught.

He gently pulled her hand off his sleeve and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, just going to give a statement. You wait in the shop and sweep up the broken pieces of porcelain by the door."

As Su Xiao had expected, the outcome was exactly as he had anticipated.

Because Sun Yi testified, and given his position as the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, Zeng Ran was immediately charged with "picking quarrels and provoking trouble." He not only had to compensate the store for its losses, but was also kept at the bureau for his past criminal record.

Su Xiao and Fang Yu came out after giving their statements.

Su Xiao pulled out a few hundred yuan from his pocket and slapped it into Fang Yu's hand, telling him to take his brothers out for a nice meal.

Fang Yu chuckled as he took the money, saying that Su Ge should call him again if there were any good opportunities like this next time.

When Sun Yi came out of the bureau, his face was not good. He stood on the steps in silence for a while before speaking, his tone filled with genuine apology: "I didn't expect something like this to happen today. There are still such arrogant people in my jurisdiction. It's my dereliction of duty."

Su Xiao stood to the side, her tone carrying a youthful enthusiasm: "Uncle Sun, please don't say that. Every place has its problems, but the good outweighs the bad. It's because of good officials like you that we ordinary people dare to open shops."

Sun Yi looked at him, said nothing, and simply reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

I love listening to this kid talk!

On the other side, Zeng Ran was locked in the interrogation room, and the iron door slammed shut.

He sat on the iron chair, his handcuffs still on, his face covered in bruises, and one eye was so swollen he couldn't open it.

He took a deep breath, slammed his still-functioning hand on the table, and shouted, "Do you know who my dad is? My dad knows the police station chief! Let me out right now, or you'll be in big trouble!"

A uniformed policeman walked in, placed the statement on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying in a flat tone, "This is not a police station, this is the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Zeng Ran's mouth was still open, and he looked like a computer that had suddenly lost power.

His eyes darted around, glancing at the iron door of the interrogation room and then at the unfamiliar policeman's face opposite him. The arrogance in his throat instantly deflated.

How... how could this be the Municipal Public Security Bureau?

He thought that no matter how much trouble he caused, it would only escalate to the police station. Once there, he would be back home and nothing would happen.

But... how did things escalate to the Municipal Public Security Bureau today?

The police officer opened the statement, tapped the paper with his pen, and asked a question: "Tell me, why did you attack the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau with an iron rod?"

Zeng Ran's other eye also widened in surprise.

Director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau?

When did I ever attack the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau?

I'm innocent! I'm innocent!

He mentally went through the events of the day from beginning to end, like watching a movie.

The middle-aged man in the dark blue jacket, the middle-aged man he almost hit with a stick.

Could it be him?

Zeng Ran's lips began to tremble, and her face gradually turned pale.

The police officer pushed another document towards them, speaking in a businesslike tone: "According to the statistics, you need to compensate Quan Quan's shop a total of 10,000 yuan. This includes 6,000 yuan for the two smashed art vases, and 4,000 yuan for emotional distress and other losses."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Ran, who was already swaying precariously, felt her vision go black and slumped back in her chair, almost fainting.

……

It was already dark when Su Xiao returned to the technology street.

He just happened to be passing by when he went back to the store for a quick look, and he didn't expect to see the lights still on in the distance.

Pushing open the glass door, a figure with pigtails sat behind the reception desk, chin resting on the counter, eyes fixed on the doorway. As soon as he entered, the figure sprang up from the chair.

"Su Xiao!"

Wu Mengmeng rushed to him in a few steps, grabbed his left arm and examined it from all angles, then went around to his right side and grabbed his right hand to check it.

He kept repeating like a machine gun, "Did they hit you?" "Why are you so dirty?" "Does it hurt when you walk?"

Su Xiao was both amused and exasperated, and pulled her hand back: "I'm just going to give a statement, not to get beaten up."

Wu Mengmeng finally breathed a long sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped, and she took a half step back, the tension on her face not completely gone.

Su Xiao looked at her eyes, which were still a little red.

The thought of tricking her into going to the airport the weekend after next is daunting.

His fingers were trembling as he thought about how she had rushed over to check if he was injured.

He was silent for a moment, then looked away and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Wu Mengmeng touched her flat stomach and shook her head.

The two went to a small restaurant nearby.

Wu Mengmeng is holding the menu.

She flipped through the menu from beginning to end, then from end to beginning, before looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Are you sure you're treating?"

Su Xiao nodded.

Wu Mengmeng was so happy she almost jumped off her chair, shouting, "Yay!"

Then he quickly checked off several dishes on the menu, faster and faster, and more and more. Finally, he put the menu on the table and tilted his head to ask him a question.

"Would you like a Coke?"

……

(The chaotic scene is coming soon, so everyone can look forward to it. The little sister needs to get ready to breathe.)

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