When Wang Yan handled cases, aside from occasionally making major news, things were generally calm. Of course, the ordinary people who called the police usually lacked the ability to stir up much trouble. Only when he encountered people capable of making a fuss did Wang Yan make even more of a fuss with them.
He had quite a reputation in Balihe. No exaggeration—if he casually stood at any intersection, seven out of every ten people passing by would recognize him. Three of them would ask for a photo, while the other four would simply greet him. Occasionally, someone would even chat with him for a while, asking about laws, cases, and related matters.
Over the course of the day, every case he took was a mediation case, all assigned by the instructor. He was good at mediation—he could satisfy one side and shut the other side up—and he was not afraid of trouble. If he did not handle them, who would?
Other than that, he dealt with two fighting cases that evening. The principle was simple: whoever acted like a tough guy got dealt with. Whenever there was a fight, someone was bound to have been showing off. Usually, it was people like that who provoked others first, until the others either could not stand it anymore and struck back or were forced to defend themselves. Whether they won or lost, the one yelling the loudest was always the show-off.
Cases like that were easy for him to handle. He flexibly applied the law—if neither side accepted the outcome, then both got punished equally; if both sides accepted it, then whoever was in the wrong got dealt with; if one side refused to accept it and insisted on making trouble, then he dealt with the one refusing to accept it.