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The moment the man's gaze fell on the name tag, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of panic crossed his eyes. But he quickly regained his composure, straightened his back, and asked, "Officer, what brings you here?"

Just as Ah Rong was about to speak, Cheng Yi stepped forward, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said with a touch of authority, "Since you're here, officer, we naturally have something to discuss with you. Come, sit down, we have some questions for you."

After saying that, Cheng turned and walked towards the cashier.

There stood a waitress. Cheng Yi looked her over carefully and felt that her face was somewhat familiar.

Although I couldn't recall her name right away, the image of her appearing with Qiu Sheng immediately came to mind. That image was very vivid in my memory, as if it were a key part of an important plot.

At this moment, Little Chili also came over, stood in front of the waitress, and prepared to start asking questions.

The waitress looked very nervous, her eyes darting towards the boss every now and then, her gaze full of pleading, as if she had a deep fear of him.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Yi slammed his hand on the table, causing everything on it to tremble slightly. He shouted, "Why are you looking at him? Ignore him and just answer this policewoman's questions honestly."

The waitress trembled at the angry shout, and reluctantly looked away. Her lips trembled slightly, and she began to answer the questions posed by Little Chili with trepidation, her eyes still filled with fear.

Cheng Yi strolled leisurely to the man's side and casually asked, "Boss, I heard you used to be a waiter at this restaurant. How come you suddenly had a large sum of money to take over this restaurant? How much did it cost?"

At that moment, the man was answering Ah Rong and Ah Hui's questions. When Cheng Yi suddenly interrupted him, a look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he stammered, "I...I bought it for 18, officer."

Ahui then asked, "What's your relationship with Boss Zheng like?"

The man quickly turned around, composed himself, and said, "We're very close; we often play mahjong together."

Cheng Yi, however, had no intention of stopping there and pressed on, asking, "Why did you come here?"

The man seemed startled, his body trembling slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Sir, I originally planned to stay with my relatives, but when I arrived I found out they had immigrated. I had no choice but to stay here."

Ah Rong frowned and asked loudly, "How many people are in Zheng Lin's family?"

The man immediately became flustered, hurriedly turning his head back and waving his hands frantically, saying with a helpless expression, "Officers, can you ask them one by one? With all three of you asking at once, I don't know whose questions to answer."

In this somewhat stuffy little restaurant, the atmosphere became particularly tense due to the police's questioning.

Fine beads of sweat had appeared on the man's forehead, and his eyes darted back and forth between Arong, Ahui, and Cheng Yi.

The air around us seemed to freeze, with only the old fan on the wall creaking and groaning, as if it too was uneasy about the tense scene.

Cheng Yi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile full of disdain. He said coldly, "It's none of your business how the officer should act."

You'd better answer my questions honestly and cooperate with the constables; that's what you're supposed to do. Look at your underlings; they're much more sensible than you."

Upon hearing this, the man felt a chill run down his spine, as if an electric current had surged through him.

He hurriedly turned around to look at the waitress, only to see Little Chili asking her a question. At that moment, the waitress turned her head to look at her boss, her eyes filled with obvious panic.

A thick shadow instantly fell over the man's heart, like dark clouds obscuring the sun.

Ah Rong's next question was like a gust of wind blowing past his ear; he didn't hear it at all. A fierce glint flashed involuntarily in his eyes, his gaze like that of a hungry wolf.

Cheng Yi saw all of this, and his smile widened. He deliberately added fuel to the fire.

He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Hey! We're talking to you, officer! How dare you ignore us? What kind of attitude is that?"

The man could no longer suppress the volcanic rage simmering within him. He stood up abruptly and roared like an enraged bull, "So what if I'm a police officer? I'm in business. You come here and don't buy anything, all you do is ask questions. This shop doesn't welcome you. Get out!"

As he spoke, he shoved Cheng Yi hard with both hands.

Cheng Yi had 19 points in physique and 12 points in strength, so he shouldn't have been so weak. But for some reason, he was pushed by the man and was forced to take several steps backward uncontrollably.

A sense of fear crept into Cheng Yi's heart; the man's strength was far beyond his imagination.

However, Cheng Yi reacted very quickly, and he fell backward.

With a loud crash, the table behind him was overturned, and Cheng Yi lay down amidst the mess.

The air around them seemed to freeze at that moment, and everyone's eyes were turned to this side, creating chaos.

The constables were all shocked at the sight. Ah Hui reacted quickly and immediately shouted, "Wang Zhiheng, what do you think you're doing? This is assaulting a police officer. Do you know the consequences?"

His voice, booming and resonant, echoed throughout the store.

Wang Zhiheng was now filled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, like a raging beast.

After he pushed Cheng Yi to the ground, his impulsiveness subsided slightly. He suddenly realized that the other party was a constable, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly withdrew his arm, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

Cheng Yi scrambled to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, he pulled out handcuffs from his waist, brandishing them as he shouted, "Wang Zhiheng, you are suspected of assaulting a police officer. I am going to arrest you according to the law."

As he spoke, he strode forward aggressively toward Wang Zhiheng, each step carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Wang Zhiheng was immediately shocked and his face turned deathly pale.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed Cheng Yi's handcuffs tightly, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Officer, I really didn't mean it, I... I just acted impulsively!"

However, Cheng Yi's face was full of sternness, showing no mercy whatsoever. He roared, "Let go! As a constable, I order you to let go, then raise your hands and give up resisting."

"Hmph, you're not getting away today. I'm going to make sure you go to jail." His eyes were like knives, as if he could see right through Wang Zhiheng.

Upon hearing the words "go to jail," Wang Zhiheng's fear instantly transformed into an even stronger resistance.

He went berserk, shoving Cheng Yi away violently with both hands, yelling, "You damn cop, you dare to frame me and make me take the blame? No way!"

Seeing this, Ahui quickly reached out to grab Wang Zhiheng's arm, trying to control him.

But Wang Zhiheng was incredibly strong at this moment. With a powerful swing, he shook off Ah Hui's hand and shouted again at the top of his lungs, "Neighbors, look at this! These damn cops are bullying people!"

Several diners in the restaurant, who were dining quietly, were quite frightened by this sudden turn of events.

They all stood up, huddled against the wall in fear, and stared coldly at us. The atmosphere in the store was extremely tense, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Ah Rong and Ah Hui acted swiftly and in perfect coordination. With lightning speed, they twisted Wang Zhiheng's arms, pulled them back forcefully, and then slammed him hard against the table. Wang Zhiheng struggled desperately, roaring like thunder, "Those damn cops are bullying me! Everyone, come help me!"

The sound echoed in the store, making people's eardrums ache.

Just then, a flash of light, accompanied by the sound of a shutter, broke the chaos.

Cheng Yi turned around alertly and saw a man in his thirties wearing glasses standing in the corner.

He was holding a camera in his hand, the lens pointed directly at us, the afterglow of the flash still flickering in the air.

Wang Zhiheng also witnessed this scene, and as if grasping at a straw, he shouted even louder, "The cops are torturing me! Neighbors, you must stand up for me!"

Cheng Yi frowned, his eyes resolute, and shouted loudly at A Rong, "Brother Rong, don't be afraid, I'm here! Little Chili, close the door!" His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing the instruction, the chili pepper at the door instantly transformed from a gentle face into a fierce one.

She strode to the door, gripped the handles of the fireproof roller shutter tightly with both hands, and pulled hard. The roller shutter slammed shut with a "whoosh" until it was completely closed.

Then, Chili Pepper swiftly and cleanly drew her gun from her waist.

She raised her gun high and shouted, "Officers, do your job! Nobody move!" The cold muzzle of the gun and her authoritative voice instantly froze the atmosphere in the room.

Everyone in the room was stunned by this series of changes, their eyes wide open, standing there in fear.

Cheng Yi calmly reached into his pocket, then slowly pulled it out, revealing a large stack of colorful banknotes in his hand.

He slammed the banknotes on the table with a loud "bang".

This sudden move left everyone present even more astonished. They looked at each other, completely bewildered, wondering what Cheng Yi was up to.

Cheng Yi's gaze swept over everyone in the room, and he shouted loudly, "One thousand yuan each. Those who want money, come and take it. But after you take the money, think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say! You need to know what you're doing!"

His voice echoed in the room, each word like a pebble that stirred up ripples on a calm lake.

The people inside the house were ordinary folks. Perhaps their lives were not wealthy, and could even be described as impoverished, but they were by no means fools, especially at such a complex and delicate time.

At that moment, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He cautiously approached, his eyes fixed on the stack of colorful banknotes, and pulled out a large gold bull (a thousand-yuan note).

He held the banknotes up to his eyes and examined them carefully in the dim light, his eyes revealing an undisguised greed.

After confirming that the money was genuine, his face lit up with joy. He quickly stuffed the money into his pocket and pressed it down firmly, as if afraid that the money would grow wings and fly away.

Then, pretending to be nonchalant, he slowly walked back to his original spot, cleared his throat, and said in a forced, normal tone, "I was just having a meal here. I really didn't see anything. It has nothing to do with me."

Upon hearing this, a hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the people nearby, but it was quickly replaced by desire.

They all walked up to Cheng Yi, took the large gold bull bills, and said as they did so, "That's right, we were just having a meal here, there's nothing to see, nothing happened."

Their voices were uneven, but their meanings were the same, as if they were all deliberately avoiding what was happening in front of them.

Seeing this, Wang Zhiheng, who was pinned to the table, trembled with rage, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

He roared with all his might, "You bastards, you're all greedy for money! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! I'll kill you all!"

The angry roar was filled with resentment towards these people and despair about his own situation.

Ah Hui and Ah Rong used all their skills to barely suppress Wang Zhiheng.

Wang Zhiheng struggled like a raging beast, nearly breaking free from the two of them.

With great difficulty, they slammed Wang Zhiheng back onto the table.

Wang Zhiheng's face was flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead. He suddenly raised his head, his gaze shooting like lightning at the man with glasses, and shouted hoarsely, "Help! These damn cops have bribed people to frame me! You can't just stand by and watch!"

Cheng Yi showed no fear. He walked steadily to the man with glasses.

His eyes held a sharp, insightful gaze, and a slight smile played on his lips as he slowly said, "I've always admired cultured people, because they often possess brilliant minds. I suppose someone as intelligent as you would know how to assist the police?"

Upon hearing Cheng Yi's words, the bespectacled man's gaze involuntarily fell upon the thick stack of banknotes in Cheng Yi's hand.

His eyes changed instantly, a barely concealed glint of greed flashing within them, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey.

Cheng Yi took in the man's expression, smiled confidently, and said with a hint of seduction in his voice, "Don't worry, as long as you can satisfy me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly and will give you what you want."

Hearing this, the man seemed to have received some kind of reassurance. Without further hesitation, he quickly walked closer with his camera and pointed the lens at Wang Zhiheng's face.

The moment the flash went off, Wang Zhiheng was stunned. He first glanced at Cheng Yi, then stared in astonishment at the bespectacled man, as if he instantly understood something.

His eyes blazed with fury, and he roared, "You four-eyed idiot, you tried to frame me too! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! I'll kill you!"

Cheng Yi walked forward with a cold expression and steady steps.