150 Arrested

After returning from the Meng household, Zeng Ping treated everyone to barbecue.

The case was closed, and everyone was relieved. They ordered a table full of barbecue and a bucket of draft beer.

The group chatted about the case and current affairs, creating a lively atmosphere.

With Sun Xiaopeng joining them, the mood shifted slightly. Everyone had a favorable impression of this new colleague.

However, Sun Xiaopeng also displayed some unexpected behavior.

He didn’t smoke, earning high praise from Tian Li.

Despite his tall stature, just one glass of draft beer flushed his face, and he insisted on not drinking any more.

Han Bin and the others, unfamiliar with his tolerance, refrained from pushing him further; after all, if such a big guy got drunk, no one could handle him.

Overall, everyone enjoyed the meal, and the lively gathering helped Sun Xiaopeng truly become part of Team Two.

The next day, Han Bin had a day off.

He had drunk quite a bit the night before and slept until naturally waking.

It was past nine in the morning when he finally got up, feeling fully rested.

Han Bin, Li Hui, and Zhao Ming had been on night watch, disrupting their schedules; a bit of alcohol helped them sleep and readjust.

After getting up, Han Bin freshened up briefly and ate a mooncake filled with jujube paste.

“Ding dong, congratulations Officer 577533 for solving a series of theft cases.”

“Micro-expression analysis skill improved; proficiency +3.”

“Merit points awarded: 7.”

Hearing this familiar notification made Han Bin feel a little lighter on his feet.

While others might owe money, he owed a mountain of merit points. To be free from debt, he had to solve cases diligently.

After eating the mooncake, Han Bin still felt somewhat hungry and wondered what his mother would cook for lunch.

Thinking of his mother and food, he felt it necessary to contact Tan Jingya again; otherwise, he wouldn’t have a peaceful meal at noon.

He prepared his excuse and took out his phone to call Tan Jingya.

The classic ringtone played: “Standing in front of the big roundabout, carefully watch my path, then get off at the next stop, of course, Tin Hau is best…”

Han Bin listened to the entire melody.

Half an hour later, Han Bin called Tan Jingya again.

“…but the glamorous starry path, along the way, once afraid of heights…”

Again, no one answered.

“Heh, quite something, this little sister has character,” Han Bin chuckled.

Whether she answered or not was another matter; at least he had tried, and he could report back to his mother and enjoy a peaceful meal.

However, it was a pity to cut off contact so abruptly with such a pretty girl…

Buzz—

Han Bin’s WeChat notification sounded. Opening it, he saw a friend request.

WeChat name: Elegant Smile.

Verification message: Work, no disturbance.

Han Bin smiled: “I knew it, I’m still quite charming.”

He accepted the request and sent a smiling emoji.

And then… nothing.

Tan Jingya didn’t reply.

At noon, Han Bin went to his parents’ home for lunch.

His father, Han Weidong, was working, so only Han Bin and Wang Huifang ate together.

Upon learning Han Bin had added Tan Jingya on WeChat, Wang Huifang was especially pleased, praising her son repeatedly and asking what he wanted for dinner.

But since it was just adding a contact, Han Bin didn’t feel it deserved special credit and didn’t dare to order.

Wang Huifang decided on her own to buy extra groceries at the market that afternoon to celebrate properly at dinner.

Han Bin felt a bit speechless — it wasn’t like he hadn’t had girlfriends before or couldn’t find a wife. Was this necessary?

Since Wang Huifang had made up her mind, Han Bin didn’t argue; menopausal women were best not provoked. Besides, a little extra food wouldn’t hurt, so no need to cause himself trouble.

In the afternoon, Han Bin arranged to have tea with Chen San.

Chen San was dressed in his trademark style: tight T-shirt, jeans, gold chain around his neck, toothpick in his mouth, and sunglasses.

They met at Kowloon Tea House, where the waitresses wore qipao dresses and were tall and attractive.

“Brother Bin, why here?” Chen San plopped down on a stool, but his eyes were fixed on the tea-serving girl.

“I’m fine on my own,” Han Bin said to the waitress.

She bowed slightly and left the private room.

Chen San watched her leave and chuckled: “Brother Bin, what’s up?”

“If you’re lonely, get a girlfriend. Don’t keep ogling other girls,” Han Bin said.

“I’d like to, but girls have high standards and don’t like me,” Chen San shrugged. “Besides, she dresses so prettily just to be looked at.”

Han Bin smiled, not dwelling on the topic—natural human instincts after all.

Most men couldn’t help but glance twice at a beautiful woman.

Including himself.

“Brother Bin, do you have another assignment?” Chen San rubbed his hands eagerly.

“No work today, just tea and chat,” Han Bin poured tea for Chen San.

“The sun came out from the west today. You’re usually swamped; how come you want to chat now?” Chen San was surprised.

Han Bin didn’t answer, sipping his tea. “Try the tea; it’s good.”

Chen San took a sip, smacked his lips, and then opened up.

From the female corpse case to the base station theft, he recounted his involvement from beginning to end.

Naturally, he embellished the story, boasting about his bravery and cleverness, how dangerous the situation was, and how he narrowly escaped harm.

Han Bin listened patiently, occasionally asking questions.

Their chat lasted well over an hour.

Han Bin’s purpose wasn’t work or missions but to listen to Chen San’s boasting.

Chen San acted as an informant for the thrill—the cases were dangerous, and the tension and excitement were what he craved.

With his ego and love of showing off, Chen San wanted to share the thrilling moments with someone; after a while, he couldn’t keep it in.

Han Bin invited him for tea and conversation to give him a listener, so he wouldn’t drunkenly blab to others.

At dusk, Han Bin strolled home and heard lively noise before opening the door.

No need to guess — his uncle had come.

Sure enough, Han Bin opened the door to see Han Weidong and Wang Qingsheng sitting in the living room drinking tea, while Wang Huifang bustled in the kitchen.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, prompting Han Bin to ask, “Mom, what’s cooking?”

“You’ll know soon,” Wang Huifang smiled.

“Binzi is back, come over and sit here,” Wang Qingsheng waved his hefty hand in greeting.

“Uncle, why so cheerful?” Han Bin asked.

Wang Qingsheng lifted the teapot and poured a cup for Han Bin: “Today, your uncle has to thank you properly, kid.”

“Thank me for what?” Han Bin was puzzled.

Wang Qingsheng’s expression grew complicated: “Boss Zhou from Yubao Hall has been arrested by the police!”