"You little brat..."
Wang Shouyi still opened with his trademark line. Looking at Wang Yan's carefree, smiling face, he sighed. "I don't care if you cause trouble for me, but do you really not care about your own safety at all? I understand the situation. You've driven the Zhao Family into a corner. Once they're desperate enough to do something, there'll be no room for regret."
It was already morning. Wang Shouyi had slept well the night before. After Wang Yan arrested Zhao Peng, no one called Wang Shouyi, a mere station chief. They all called Director Song. After all, if Wang Shouyi, the station chief, really carried any weight, Wang Yan under him would never have done something so suicidal.
"You—I already told you, didn't I? Gather evidence first, then investigate slowly. But now look at you. You made such a huge commotion. You gave them time to prepare, made things harder for us, and put yourself in danger. What were you in such a rush for? You're usually pretty sharp. Why did you get so muddleheaded over something like this?"
Gao Chao nodded repeatedly. "The chief is right. You really were reckless this time."
"Zhao Changyi has been a long-standing problem. The best course was to take things step by step. You're still too young." That was Director Cheng.
"How about staying at the station for the next few days? Xia Jie too. Neither of you should go out. Your personal safety comes first." The political instructor was concerned for Wang Yan and Xia Jie's lives.
This was the small meeting room, and all the station's leaders were present—criticizing him, worrying about him, looking out for him.
Wang Yan smiled. "Originally, I just planned to go in, check IDs, find some drug users, and hand them over to