Looking up at Wen Lai, Jiang Peng shook his heavy head, stood up, and walked out of the detention room.

After a brief confession, Jiang Peng was released from the police station.

Although he didn't know what happened, it was a good thing to get out of the situation. Wen Lai also said that he would severely punish these gangsters and investigate everything.

Jiang Peng sniffed, and the cold air from the night entered his chest, making him feel better.

He was brought here by a police car and did not drive. The police station was far away from Chinatown, so Jiang Peng had to take a taxi.

After finally hailing a taxi, Jiang Peng got in, gave the name of the place, and left the police station.

Inside the police station, Wen Lai was watching a video.

The content of the video is exactly what happened this afternoon when Ai Donggua and his group came to Chinatown to smash things up, until Jiang Peng took action and the police arrived later.

The picture is very clear and the storyboard is very smooth. The photographer obviously used professional equipment and has considerable photography experience.

Wen Lai sighed.

Without this video, he knew exactly who was right and who was wrong in today's matter, but he didn't have the final say in the police station.

He is just a small superintendent and cannot make the decision.

The seemingly fair police station is actually not fair.

In the early years, Wen Lai was still a policeman full of passion and fighting spirit, but these years of experience have long since wiped away his sense of justice.

Step by step, even a little stick to rules.

Wen Lai vaguely knew some inside information. The people standing behind these gangsters seemed to be 3A companies.

The original intention was to arrest Jiang Peng for picking quarrels and provoking trouble, but they received this video and an anonymous letter.

If Jiang Peng had not been released, this video would have appeared on the Thai Internet.

It's 2020, the Internet is developed, and news can spread all over the world in just a few hours.

This matter is not Jiang Peng's problem in the first place. If this video is released, the consequences will be disastrous.

Not only the police department, but if anyone is interested and conducts a little investigation, they will contact the 3A company. At that time, the label of collusion between government and business will be slapped on, and everyone will be unable to bear it.

So Jiang Peng was let go.

Regardless of whether he was let go, Wen Lai breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Peng was a capable person, and he could feel it in the short conversation.

"I hope we won't see you again." Wen Lai took a sip of coffee and continued to work.

When he got home, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Jiang Peng pushed open the door and turned on the light, and was startled.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't take off his shoes or change into his school uniform. He just leaned on the sofa and breathed evenly. He had obviously fallen asleep.

The light hit Jiang Xiaohu's face, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, Jiang Xiaohu looked at Jiang Peng who had returned home, jumped up suddenly, and wanted to say something, but did not speak.

"I'm back." Jiang Peng smiled slightly, looked at Jiang Xiaohu, and acted like nothing was wrong.

"..." Jiang Xiaohu wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

"Why don't you go back to your room and sleep? Be careful of catching a cold." Jiang Peng said reproachfully.

"I'm waiting for you..." Jiang Xiaohu's eyes were slightly red. Looking at Jiang Peng's look, he quickly added: "I'm waiting for you to eat."

Hearing this, Jiang Peng glanced at the dining table and found that several dishes had not been moved.

Jiang Peng laughed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

"Oh, then I'll heat it up." Jiang Peng quickly returned to the kitchen and heated up the food.

Father and daughter sit at the same table, the atmosphere is great

Somewhat embarrassing.

Jiang Peng was thinking about the last time he and Jiang Xiaohu had dinner at the same table.

Jiang Xiaohu sat aside and asked in a low voice: "Is everything okay with the police?"

Jiang Peng shook his head, poured a bowl of fish soup for Jiang Xiaohu, and said, "It's okay, it's all solved. You don't have to wait for me next time. You have a bad stomach, so you have to eat on time."

Jiang Xiaohu said "Oh", picked up the fish soup and drank it silently.

Jiang Peng himself drank a bowl of soup and served a small bowl of rice.

It's very late now. Although I'm a little hungry, I can't eat too much.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't eat. He drank two bowls of soup and ate a few bites of vegetables before he was full.

Jiang Peng didn't say anything, and told her to go and rest quickly while he cleared the table.

After finishing everything, Jiang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the sofa, took off his shirt, picked up a bottle of safflower oil, poured some into his hands, and started rubbing it vigorously.

Although Jiang Peng is over forty, he has always been self-disciplined, does not smoke and rarely drinks alcohol.

I exercise regularly and stay in good shape.

Although the chest and abdominal muscles are not big, they have clear lines and look full of texture.

After rubbing his palms together to warm them up, Jiang Peng put the palm of his right hand against the forearm of his left hand that had been hit by the stick.

After rubbing it for a while, the pain in my left arm was reduced a lot.

His left arm was much better, but Jiang Peng was having some trouble with the injury on his back.

"Let me do it."

Jiang Xiaohu's voice came, Jiang Peng turned around, looked at Jiang Xiaohu who had changed into pajamas, and smiled.

"No, Xiaohu, go and have a rest."

Jiang Xiaohu snorted, walked to Jiang Peng, picked up the safflower oil, and said in a slightly commanding tone.

"No need, your back is swollen, bend down."

Jiang Peng quickly bent down.

Jiang Xiaohu poured some safflower oil into the palm of his hand, rubbed it for a while, and then gently pressed it on Jiang Peng's affected area.

Jiang Peng immediately felt a sharp pain.

Looking at Jiang Peng's slightly trembling body, Jiang Xiaohu asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Peng spit out two words: "It doesn't hurt."

"You're tough, please bear with it." Jiang Xiaohu scolded, poured some more safflower oil, and massaged Jiang Peng.

After the initial pain passed, I felt much better.

After the medicinal wine attack, Jiang Peng felt much better.

"Okay, it's okay. Go and have a rest." After pressing the button for a while, Jiang Peng felt much better and signaled Jiang Xiaohu to go and have a rest.

Jiang Xiaohu was a little tired from the pressure, so he let go of his hand, stood aside, and whispered: "Get some rest early."

Jiang Peng nodded and waved.

"Good night, Xiaohu."

"You too, Dad."

In just one line of dialogue, Jiang Peng is sweeter than eating honey.

Turning back to the room, Jiang Peng stood up and moved his shoulders. The pain had been reduced a lot.

In fact, what makes Jiang Peng even happier is Jiang Xiaohu's attitude.

"It's not a bad blow with these sticks."

Jiang Peng thought to himself.

Jiang Peng had a fight with someone today and squatted in the station for a few hours. He was already exhausted. He returned to the room and fell asleep shortly after going to bed.

Jiang Peng hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. When he opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight.

I got up and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock in the morning and I had overslept.

When I turned on my phone, there was nothing urgent.

There is only news about Panda and Vincent.

Panda had already taken the ship to the shipyard for maintenance and repairs, and informed him.

Vincent

Here, they asked Jiang Peng why he didn't come over in the morning.

Jiang Peng first replied to Panda, and then sent a message to Vincent, asking him to rest for two days and take a vacation.

After replying to their messages, Jiang Peng suddenly noticed a red dot at the bottom of the phone screen.

It turned out that someone added him as a friend.

The person who added Jiang Peng's friend was nicknamed Whale, she was a woman, and her avatar was a dolphin jumping out of the sea.

Jiang Peng was a little curious. Very few people added his WeChat account. Foreigners generally used e-mail to communicate when doing business. There were almost no customers who added their WeChat account unless they were Chinese.
To be continued...