If They Are Unreasonable, I Also Know A Little About Fisticuffs

The air in the prison was thick with the smell of mildew, blood, and a faint hint of rot.

Captain Song's mouth hung open, staring dumbfounded at Hu Yu and Zhao Fu being escorted in. He felt like his brain couldn't keep up.

For some reason.

He always felt like a raw recruit in front of Lin Fan.

He had beaten Headman Chen into a state of helplessness that very morning.

And it hadn't even been half a day before Lin Fan went out, took a stroll, and brought back Young Master Hu.

Looking at Hu Yu's face, swollen like a steamed bun, and the dust clinging to his fine clothes, Captain Song knew that Hu Yu had been treated exceptionally well on the way back.

He looked at Xu Ming, whom he remembered well.

He had learned from Yang Ming that Xu Ming had transferred over, was working with Brother Lin, and would henceforth be under the Master's tutelage.

Captain Song had no complaints about this.

The trio of the past would now become a quartet.

"Yang Ming."

Lin Fan's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent prison.

"Brother, I'm here."

Yang Ming responded immediately, his eyes gleaming with excitement, showing an eagerness to get to work.

"Young Master Hu is of noble birth. He's new here and probably hasn't experienced our hospitality. Go, arrange a 'Family Portrait' experience for him. Make sure Young Master Hu truly feels our warmth."

This "Family Portrait" was Lin Fan's latest invention: a series of tortures, from head to toe, without missing a single one. Even the thugs who had tried it said it was effective.

"Got it."

Yang Ming grinned, revealing his white teeth, and escorted Young Master Hu, who was bound by chains. Hu Yu wailed and cursed, his words as foul as could be, while Zhao Fu roared alongside him.

"Young Master Hu, why are you here too?"

He Sen, pale-faced and disheveled, hadn't expected it to be Hu Yu. He found him familiar, but upon closer inspection, he felt like the sky had fallen. How could the little tyrant of Yong'an be subjected to torture?

Hu Yu struggled and roared. In the midst of his struggles, he caught sight of He Sen and said, "It's all that bastard surnamed Lin's fault. He arrested me. He dragged me from my home. Wait, why do you stink so bad? Stop talking, you're suffocating me."

He Sen was enraged, his face flushed crimson, filled with shame and indignation.

"He ate shit," Yang Ming, who was working, casually remarked.

"Huh? Ate shit? Get away from me, stop talking."

Hu Yu was utterly disgusted.

He Sen was even more enraged.

In the prison cell, Shopkeeper Wang's son, Wang Hao, was curled up on the dry straw, motionless, as if he had been beaten to death. Shopkeeper Wang rushed to the bars, tears streaming down his face, heartbroken beyond measure, calling out with a choked voice.

"My son…"

Wang Hao, lying down, seemed to hear a familiar voice. Very slowly, with great difficulty, he turned his head. When he saw his father, his clouded eyes suddenly cleared, and he became extremely emotional. "Dad, why are you here?"

Then, as if remembering something.

"You bunch of dog catchers, go after me if you want, but leave my dad alone," Wang Hao roared.

Shopkeeper Wang felt a little relieved seeing his son could still move and speak, but hearing his son's reckless words, he became furious.

He reached out through the wooden bars. Wang Hao thought his father was concerned and wanted to touch his face, so he instinctively moved his swollen, bruised cheek closer, preparing to feel that bit of warmth.

However—

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slap landed on Wang Hao's face unexpectedly, stunning him completely.

He covered his face, his eyes wide, looking at his father in disbelief, completely bewildered.

"You scoundrel! What nonsense are you spouting! If not for Lin Ye's keen observation and impartial enforcement, you foolish boy would have been falsely accused and imprisoned in this dark, sunless jail until you died! Hurry up and thank Lin Ye for his great kindness!"

Shopkeeper Wang berated him furiously.

Lin Fan opened the prison cell and let Wang Hao out. He hadn't expected Wang Hao to be imprisoned here. He truly didn't know. It seemed many of the inmates here were either taking the blame or had been framed.

He needed to get the case files and review them thoroughly.

Wang Hao was completely confused. He never imagined that someone from the Security Bureau would investigate his case and seek justice for him. He had offended Hu Yu, a man with connections everywhere.

"Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and kowtow to Lin Ye. If Lin Ye hadn't helped us, you wouldn't have gotten out," Shopkeeper Wang said, hitting his son's back again in frustration at his dazed state.

Only then did Wang Hao snap back to reality. With a "thump," he knelt heavily on the ground, his head hitting the cold floor with a thud. His voice, choked with sobs and immense gratitude, said, "Thank you, Lin Ye! Thank you, Lin Ye, for saving my life! Thank you, Lin Ye, for clearing my name!"

Lin Fan helped him up, sighing inwardly. His father and son were happily selling wine, their business thriving, only to be targeted by local powers, nearly leading to their ruin. And he had merely done what a bailiff should do, yet they were thanking him for justice.

He couldn't feel any joy from this.

It was as if the suffering of the common people was being presented as a gift to be grateful for, used to praise a fictitious era of peace and prosperity.

Lin Fan said, "I've investigated your situation thoroughly. People from the Security Bureau took bribes and framed you. Hu Yu and that bailiff are now locked up inside. Do you want to go see them?"

"Ah!?"

Wang Hao looked up abruptly, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, big enough to fit an egg.

"What?"

The Master Lin before him actually said Hu Yu was also locked up inside. This news struck him like thunder, making him unable to believe it.

Who was Hu Yu?

He was the Young Master of the Hu Family.

He had originally thought that his father had sold off much of their family's assets, sought help from every deity imaginable, and endured countless humiliations just to get him out.

But who could have imagined that Master Lin before him would actually handle the case impartially and arrest Hu Yu?

He walked towards the inside as if sleepwalking, his steps unsteady. Before long, he returned, his face deathly pale, but his eyes had completely changed. They were filled with unspeakable shock, fervent admiration, and immense respect.

Plop!

He knelt heavily before Lin Fan again. This time, it was a heartfelt kowtow, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground. His voice trembled with emotion.

"Master Lin, you are truly a righteous official of this era."

"It's not necessary, really not necessary," Lin Fan said, helping Wang Hao up. "You and your father should go back and take care of yourselves. I will handle this matter. When the Hu Family's compensation arrives, I will send it to you. Rest assured, if you encounter any injustice in the future, you can come to the Security Bureau to find me."

"Yes, yes..." Wang Hao nodded repeatedly. The Master Lin before him seemed to grow taller and more majestic, as if radiating a dazzling aura.

At this moment, a fanboy was born.

Having experienced injustice with nowhere to turn, Wang Hao had already made Lin Fan his idol.

After Lin Fan sent Wang Hao and his father away from the Security Bureau and walked towards the prison, Song Qing said with a grave expression, "Have you considered the aftermath? Arresting Zhao Fu is one thing, but Hu Yu is not easy to deal with."

Song Qing was truly worried, fine beads of sweat appearing on his brow.

How could the Hu Family stand by and watch Hu Yu be convicted? No one had even considered that anyone in Yong'an City could convict the Hu Family.

"Not easy to deal with? What's so difficult about it?" Lin Fan's footsteps didn't stop, and his tone was indifferent. "The evidence is conclusive, the law is like a mountain. No one can plead for him."

Song Qing said anxiously, "How many years has the Hu Family been established in Yong'an? They have deep roots! They will definitely go to Steward Li, or even directly to the County Magistrate to exert pressure! When the higher-ups give an order, what will you do? Will you really stand your ground to the end?"

Hearing this, Lin Fan finally stopped walking. He turned his head to look at Song Qing, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Squad Leader, after spending some time with me, do you think I, Lin Fan, act reasonably? Do I follow the evidence?"

"You do! You do! Of course, you act reasonably and follow the evidence!" Song Qing immediately nodded.

"That's right," Lin Fan's smile remained unchanged, but his tone carried a chilling indifference. "If they are willing to reason and present evidence, I will accompany them to the end, and everything will be handled according to the Law."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, and continued to walk forward. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Song Qing's ears.

"If they think that a higher rank can crush a lower one, and they don't want to reason... that's fine too. I, Lin Fan, am also somewhat skilled in combat. It's a good opportunity to talk about the principles of combat."

So far, he hadn't encountered any true experts. If this was a world where experts were everywhere, he wouldn't dare to be so blatant; he would definitely lie low and develop.

But now, he wanted to force the experts out.

Even half of them would be good.

Song Qing stood frozen in place. When he came to his senses, he was suddenly startled and rushed to catch up. "My dear ancestor! Please don't do anything rash! We need to discuss things carefully, think it through before acting, don't be impulsive, absolutely don't be impulsive!"

Yong'an was not a large city, but recently it had been creating one myth after another.

The news of the Hu Family's Young Master, Hu Yu, being apprehended by the Security Bureau's officer Lin Fan spread like wildfire through every street and alley, teahouse and tavern in Yong'an. Everyone was discussing this earth-shattering event.

In front of Shopkeeper Wang's wine shop, many neighbors had gathered.

Everyone watched as Shopkeeper Wang supported his son, Wang Hao, who, though disheveled, was clearly alive and well. They marveled and discussed amongst themselves.

"He's really out!"

"Master Lin is truly a Master Lin who gets things done!"

"From now on, I'll only trust Master Lin in the entire Security Bureau. No one else matters."

Wang Hao pushed away his father's support and declared loudly, "Master Lin of the Security Bureau is a righteous official who cleared my name and sought justice for me."

A neighbor who sold cloth shouted, "Ah Hai, my child just pooped hot, come and eat it quickly."

As for Ah Hai, who was supposed to eat feces, he gritted his teeth and argued with a flushed face.

"Who said that? I didn't say it, you're framing me."

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