Today was another day of unexpected change at the police station. A dozen or so young kids sat in a row on stools, and the policewoman kept twitching her lips as she explained to them how bad fighting was.

Pfft~~

Some of the police officers couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Isn't this hilarious? A bunch of tiny, inmates, are they just asking for trouble? Or are they just asking for trouble? Even if you talk to them, would they understand?

The policewoman finally finished her long speech and drank a large glass of water.

A little boy saw this and immediately felt thirsty: "Police officer, auntie, I want to drink water."

"Oh, I want to drink water too."

"Me too, me too."

"I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"Officer, we're hungry."

“............”

Damn it, all the police officers present wanted to drag the officers who had just responded to the call over and give them a good beating.

But there was absolutely no other way. We could only comply with the children's requests, prepare a cup of water for each of them, and then get about ten steamed buns from the cafeteria, giving one to each of them.

Tuanzi took the steamed bun from the policewoman and asked curiously, "Auntie, why does this steamed bun look so ugly? It's different from the ones Mommy makes. Mommy's steamed buns are big, white, and soft."

And what about this?

It's like a pile of dog poop, hard and yellowish in color.

The policewoman was speechless when asked the question. She couldn't very well say, "This is the best we can do in our cafeteria, can she?"

Actually, the policewoman couldn't accept it either; the steamed buns she made at home were better than the ones in the cafeteria.

"Um...aren't you hungry? Just eat this, how old are you?"

"You're two years old!" the little one said, habitually holding up two fingers to show his age.

The policewoman was quite embarrassed: "Only two years old? How come he went with them to fight?" she asked.

Tuanzi chuckled, took a bite of her steamed bun, chewed it with a look of disgust, and then said, "Auntie, I didn't fight. I just went to cheer my brother on."

Wow, so there are even big flags cheering people on during a group fight?

That was an amazing move!

Jin Peng and the others clearly disliked the steamed buns in their hands, but they were so hungry that they had no choice but to eat them anyway.

Not long after, Jin Peng's father's secretary arrived. Seeing the group of young thugs in the police station lobby, the secretary almost knelt down, but fortunately, he didn't show anything on his face. After completing the formalities, he prepared to take Jin Peng and his two good brothers away together.

The police officers at the local station naturally recognized the mayor's secretary and kept apologizing profusely.

At that moment, the troops arrived.

Leading the group was Wen Mu, followed by Zhou Dalong, several brothers from the company, and the soldier who had been following the villain. A whole group of people in military uniforms rushed in, leaving everyone in the police station stunned.

Could it be that another extremely important figure requires joint military-police cooperation?

The little ones were naturally excited when they saw the visitor: "Uncle Wen!"

"Uncle Zhou."

"Uncle Mao."

"Uncle He..."

Tuanzi even hopped up on her short legs and hugged Zhou Dalong, saying, "Uncle Zhou, hug me."

Well, the police officers at the police station finally realized that it wasn't some important mission; they were just there to clean up after the naughty kid and pick him up.

Isn't this a bit too dramatic?

A fight broke out between the government compound and the military compound?

Well... never mind, these things are beyond the jurisdiction of a junior police officer. Let them negotiate on their own.