Chapter 2515: Chapter 1584: Second Update (6k! Thanks for the rewards and monthly tickets!)

"I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble Mr. Lu to come with us."

After receiving the call for help, two police cars swiftly arrived at the construction site, estimated to have taken less than fifteen minutes.

This is the efficiency expected of law enforcement.

Besides.

They are no strangers to this place.

Practically "partner units."

Every now and then they have to come and help drive away rowdy homeowners.

But today, seeing the scars on the faces of the Green Land Group executives, the officers felt a strange unease within.

Indeed.

Simply blocking off doesn’t solve the underlying problem.

Eventually, it still turned into a violent conflict.

However.

Are these people from the Greenland Group just useless?

Just watching their leader being beaten?

Although it seemed absurd, once a violent dispute occurs, they have to intervene. The assailant has already been taken to the police station, and, of course, as a victim, he also has to come with them to learn more about the situation.

"No problem, cooperating with the police in handling the case is an obligation of every citizen."

Lu Xu was approachable and did not take his anger out on the police, and accompanied by the police, he got into the police car.

"Mr. Lu, apply this."

The supervisor jogged over, offering an ice pack.

Lu Xu’s half-swollen face took it.

"Bang."

The car door closed.

"Dad!"

A little boy shouted at the departing police car but ultimately received no response, helplessly watching the police car take away his father, driving farther and farther away.

"Supervisor, what should we do with this kid?"

The guy wearing a helmet glanced coldly at the helpless boy, his eyes flashing with malice.

Although Mr. Lu did not show any signs, being beaten is a blatant reality. If Mr. Lu pursues the matter, none of those present can escape, all are doomed to suffer.

These cursed father and son!

The supervisor withdrew his gaze, put away his flattering expression, and looked at the child with equal venom, appearing to weigh his options.

Handling a child is a piece of cake.

But is it necessary?

His father has gone in, getting out is as hard as ascending to heaven. Ordinary people pay a heavy price for violence, let alone if the victim is Mr. Lu.

With a little manipulation, that insolent little bricklayer is destined for prison, and then this kid, who has already lost his mother, will also lose his dependent father, a miserable life already predestined.

"No need for unnecessary measures."

The supervisor shook his head, generally grasping Mr. Lu’s painstaking efforts.

There are plenty of ways to deal with a troublemaker; Mr. Lu suffered damage for what reason?

To ensure their company stands on the "righteous" side and silences everyone.

How selfless and great?

If they harm this child, it will not only cause extra trouble but also run contrary to Mr. Lu’s intentions.

The supervisor’s eyes rolled, sorted out his thoughts, and decided to "let it slide."

He forced a smile and said to the boy, "Little guy, now do you know who the bad guys are? The police uncles, they arrested your dad, hahaha..."

The boy overcame his fear, quickly picked up a rock from the ground, threw it with force, hitting the supervisor’s thigh.

"My dad is not a bad man!"

"You little bastard, have you tired of living!"

The guy with the helmet seized the chance to make amends, walking over viciously, roughly pushing the boy to the ground and even preparing to kick him.

"Sigh... We’re supposed to respect the elderly and care for the young; a child’s mistake can be forgiven."

The supervisor patted his pants, stopping the guy with the helmet’s violent behavior.

The boy sat on the ground, his palm scuffed, but his innocent little face showed no pain, staring at these villains with firm hatred, all his fear seemingly turned into courage.

"Your father isn’t a bad man? Then who is? Isn’t it the police uncle’s job to catch bad guys?"

The supervisor approached, stood in front of the boy, looked down from above, his arrogant and sinister gaze making one uncomfortable all over.

The boy didn’t know how to argue, could only express his heart through action, despite his scraped hand, he climbed up forcefully, rushed at the supervisor, aiming to bite his leg.

"Boom!"

The supervisor reflexively kicked the boy on the shoulder, the boy rolled half a circle on the ground, covered in dust.

"Indeed, as they say, like father, like son, what kind of father produces what kind of brat."

The supervisor tore off the hypocritical veil, revealing an icy chill, "Scram. Or I’ll kill you."

At eight or nine, some kids are still tantrum-ing over unattainable toys, while others have already matured.

The boy, presumably in pain all over, gritted his teeth, slowly climbed up from the ground, his hair and face covered with dirt, ceased to attack recklessly, slowly walked towards the construction site gate, and before leaving, took a long look at the group of adults.

"My father is a bricklayer, my father is a bricklayer..."

Behind him, he cheerfully hummed a song.

Walking out of the construction site gate alone, the boy finally couldn’t restrain his vulnerability, raised his dirty and scraped hand, quickly wiped his eyes.

Soon, with a deep breath, his gaze turned resilient.

His father was taken away.

Waiting for his rescue.

His dirty, bloodstained hand lowered, then reached into his pants pocket.

A piece of paper was retrieved.

The boy left the construction site gate, deliberately went a bit farther, confirmed those villains weren’t following before unfolding the paper.

On the paper was a string of Arabic numbers.

A long time ago, when his father took him out to the street for the first time, he solemnly told him, and handed him this note.

— If someday anything happens to his father, dial the number above.

The boy clenched the note, looked around, his gaze fixed on a convenience store across the street.

He ran to the zebra crossing, waited for the green light, then crossed the road, walked into that convenience store.

"Aunt, can I borrow your phone to make a call?"

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"Jiang Chen, what happened to your neck...?"

Good Neighbor Supermarket.

Fang Weiguo, who came out to buy groceries, couldn’t help but ask.

Someone’s appearance was too distinctive, with a few band-aids stuck on the right back neck in cartoon designs, it was hard not to notice.

"While sleeping, didn’t know what kind of bug bit me."

"Did you go to the hospital?"

Pan Hui immediately asked with concern.

The family going to the supermarket to buy groceries is actually a form of happiness, but it’s so mundane that few people notice.

As an outsider, someone actually doesn’t need to join, but always freeloads meals, occasionally has to pitch in for groceries, right?

"No need, Aunt Pan, just a bit of an allergic reaction."

No broken skin. Just "bruising." Hmm, perhaps like the legendary "strawberry."

No choice, Boss Jiang could only use this desperate measure.

"Yes, there indeed are more mosquitoes during this season, be mindful."

The old couple were fooled.

Fang Qing cooperated with tacit understanding, her face calm like a lake surface, saying nothing, occasionally glancing at someone’s left rear neck, perhaps considering giving him symmetry.

"What do you two want to eat? Buy some Pacific shrimp?"

The young couple resonate with each other, and the old couple are no less matched, pretending not to know about the incident at Tie Jun’s wedding.

Four people.

Four actors.

"You see the little dog barking, leaves laughing, the breeze whispering, why not savor a second of muddled romance..."

The warm, cheerful, healing melody made the Fang Family and Jiang Chen turn their heads simultaneously.

Fang Qing, who had unknowingly changed her ringtone, calmly took out her phone.

It was the subordinate lawyer assigned to deal with the legal case against Green Land calling.

Picks up, puts it to her ear.

"Mr. Fang..."