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When will Chapter 28 be released?
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Day and Night Club, Office.
The ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts.
Zhong Zhaolong leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his mind raced.
Tonight's events are too strange.
Day and Night has been operating for so many years, and it's not that it hasn't been investigated, but each time someone would tip it off in advance.
Because his relationship with Yan Zhaoxiong, the head of the local police station, was exceptionally good.
The two were like brothers, exchanging gifts during holidays, and Yan Zhaoxiong would always inform them in advance of any matters.
But what about today?
There's been absolutely no news.
No phone call, no WeChat message, not even a hint.
They just suddenly attacked.
Zhong Zhaolong opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and suddenly thought of something.
He knew the person leading the team.
Wang Jiming, deputy director of the police station.
Zhong Zhaolong was very familiar with the situation inside the police station.
It's common knowledge throughout the public security system that Yan Zhaoxiong and Wang Jiming have a bad relationship.
One is the director, and the other is the deputy director. They're in the same boat, but they're not rowing in the same direction.
Yan Zhaoxiong wanted to live a peaceful life until retirement, seeking stability in everything he did and avoiding offending anyone if possible.
Wang Jiming is different. He is known for being tough and ruthless in handling cases, showing no mercy to anyone.
It's an open secret in the institute that the two people can't see eye to eye.
As Zhong Zhaolong thought of this, a sudden idea flashed into his mind.
Could it be like this?
Yan Zhaoxiong had no idea about tonight's operation.
It was Wang Jiming who led the investigation.
If Yan Zhaoxiong had given his approval, he would have definitely given prior notice.
But if Wang Jiming did it himself, then it makes sense.
Wang Jiming and Yan Zhaoxiong were at odds, and this incident, ostensibly a crackdown on prostitution, was actually a slap in the face to Yan Zhaoxiong.
I'm going to investigate the place you, Yan Zhaoxiong, are protecting.
Chung Chao-lung thought about it more and more and it seemed to make sense.
Damn it, when the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer too.
He was drawn into the power struggle between Yan Zhaoxiong and Wang Jiming.
. . . . . .
After leaving the Day and Night Club, Wang Guanxi first sent Wang De home, and then went back to Jiangcheng No. 1 alone.
He didn't turn on the light, went to the balcony, moved a chair down, sat down, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and quietly waited for Wang Jiming's call.
He knew in his heart that his father definitely had something to ask him after their chance encounter yesterday.
Growing up under the influence of his policeman father, Wang Guanxi learned early on that many things are not simply black and white, but rather there is a large gray area between them.
In places where the law doesn't reach, there's often another group of people who have the final say, especially in small places like Jiangcheng.
So, Wang Guanxi's initial intention was to use the Day and Night Club to establish a relationship with Chung Chiu-lung, so that if there were any issues that the law couldn't handle, he could ask Chung Chiu-lung to deal with them.
I never expected something like this to happen tonight.
However, Wang Guanxi had a vague feeling that tonight's crackdown on prostitution was not targeting the Day and Night Club.
But he wasn't entirely sure, since he had only recently returned to Jiangcheng and wasn't entirely sure how deep the waters were here.
We can only take it one step at a time.
at the same time.
What Wang Guanxi didn't know was that after Wang Jiming brought the man back to the police station, he immediately threw himself into his work, questioning him and taking statements overnight, busy with the case filing process, and had no time to think about him at all.
That night, Wang Guanxi waited until late into the night but didn't receive that familiar call. Finally, he leaned against a chair on the balcony and drifted off to sleep.
. . . . . .
The next morning around 8 a.m., a sudden, urgent cell phone ring woke Wang Guanxi from his sleep.
He was fast asleep when he impatiently reached for his phone, squinted at it, and saw that the contact name was "Wang Jiming".
Instantly, Wang Guanxi's drowsiness vanished, and he became wide awake, quickly pressing the answer button: "Hello, Dad."
On the other end of the phone, Wang Jiming's voice sounded tired, but still steady: "I've changed shifts. Let's go out for breakfast, see you at the usual place."
Wang Guanxi quickly replied, "Okay, I'll be right there!"
After hanging up the phone, he didn't dare to delay. He quickly washed up and drove his Zunjie S800 to the old place Wang Jiming had mentioned.
. . . . . . .
The "old place" refers to the breakfast shop on Old West Street.
It's been open for almost twenty years. The shop is small, but business has always been good, mostly with local residents coming to patronize it.
After each night shift, Wang Jiming would come over in the morning to eat before going back to his dormitory to rest.
He parked his old Volkswagen on the side of the road, found a seat inside, and nodded to the proprietress.
The proprietress's surname is Chen. She is in her fifties, plump, and has a very kind smile.
She saw Wang Jiming, wiped her hands, and walked over.
"Director Wang, are you off work?"
"Yeah, just changed shifts." Wang Jiming smiled.
"What do you want to eat today? The usual?"
"Yes, rice noodle rolls, with some congee."
"Okay."
After waiting for a few minutes, a black and silver two-tone Zunjie S800 turned from the intersection.
The car body gleamed subtly in the morning light as it slowly came to a stop in front of the breakfast shop.
Wang Jiming glanced at the car but didn't say anything.
Seeing Wang Guanxi get out of the car, she showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, but quickly returned to normal.
"dad."
After seeing Wang Jiming, Wang Guanxi walked towards him.
Just then, the proprietress came out carrying rice noodle rolls and spotted Wang Guanxi at a glance.
She paused for a moment, stared at Wang Guanxi for two seconds, then turned to look at Wang Jiming, before turning back to look at Wang Guanxi.
"Oh my, this is... Wang Suo, is this your son?"
Wang Jiming nodded, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, which could be considered a smile.
The proprietress's eyes lit up immediately. She looked Wang Guanxi up and down, clicking her tongue in disapproval.
"You've grown so much! I remember the last time I saw you, you were still in high school, as skinny as a bamboo pole. Now you're much stronger and more energetic."
She placed the rice noodle rolls in her hand in front of Wang Jiming, and then leaned closer to look at Wang Guanxi.
"Are you married? How old are your children?"
Wang Guanxi smiled a little embarrassedly.
"Not yet, Aunt Chen."
The proprietress exclaimed "Oh dear!" in a tone that carried the worry typical of an elder.
"How old are you and still not married? When your dad was your age, you were already running around."
Wang Guanxi chuckled twice but didn't reply.
He glanced at the steamer and said, "Aunt Chen, give me a meat and egg sausage."
"Okay, coming right away!"
The proprietress turned around and went to get busy.
Wang Guanxi sat down opposite Wang Jiming and placed his car keys on the table.
The father and son sat facing each other, with a folding table between them.
No one spoke first.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Wang Jiming lowered his head and ate rice noodle rolls, holding them firmly with his chopsticks, eating at a moderate pace.
Wang Guanxi sat there, tapping his fingers on his knees a few times, unsure of what to say.
Soon, the proprietress brought out the meat, egg, and sausage dish.
"Eat up, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Thank you, Aunt Chen."
Wang Guanxi picked up his chopsticks and lowered his head to eat.
The rice noodle rolls still taste the same as before, with thin, smooth, and refreshing rice noodle sheets. The minced meat and egg are wrapped together and drizzled with sauce, making them incredibly fragrant.
He took a few bites, glancing at Wang Jiming out of the corner of his eye.
Wang Jiming had almost finished eating, and the porridge in his bowl was almost gone.
The two of them just kept their heads down and ate, neither of them saying a word.
It was noisy around. There were office workers urging their bosses to hurry up, elderly people leisurely drinking tea, and children clamoring for fried dough sticks.
But their table was as quiet as another world.
After a while, Wang Jiming put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suddenly spoke:
"When did you get back?"
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(These are introductory chapters; the pace will be slower.)