Chapter 8: You Are Tu Sanmei

He Jiahuan walked toward Tu Shan: "Comrade, we meet again. I must thank you once more; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to catch this person.

May I ask why you were in this area at this time?"

Tu Shan raised her eyelids, suspicious of him.

"Going to the black market to sell fish and buy grain. I was taking a shortcut to the recycling station and happened to pass through here."

He Jiahuan was slightly surprised. People usually cover up trips to the black market, but this girl was bold and forthright.

He knew this was indeed a black market stronghold, but the black market wasn't under his jurisdiction, and he wouldn't interfere—after all, he was occasionally a customer there himself.

However, he didn't believe her just because she said so.

"Today's case is still in the investigative stage, and everything must remain confidential. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to come back with us to sign a non-disclosure agreement and give a statement."

"Fine." Having once been a national team member, Tu Shan understood the procedures and rules perfectly and agreed without hesitation.

He Jiahuan breathed a slight sigh of relief; he had been worried this girl might be rebellious.

Based on their two encounters, he didn't want to have any conflict with her.

"Then you go back to the station with Xu Zhi first. Xu Zhi, take her back."

"Understood, Captain."

Xu Zhi gestured for Tu Shan to leave.

He Jiahuan continued searching the area with Li Hao to see if anyone else had slipped through the net.

Halfway through, they ran into Ling Yang.

Ling Yang was covered in blood, though none of it was his.

He had led his team to assist He Jiahuan in the arrest, bearing the brunt of the physical conflict; the blood belonged to the enemies.

"Hard work," He Jiahuan said, patting Ling Yang on the shoulder.

Ling Yang replied, "Just serving the people. I've already had my team check the surrounding area; there are no omissions. Did you catch the ringleader?"

"We did," He Jiahuan said.

"That's good. I've received an emergency mission notification and need to leave. I've already handed over the people I caught to your team; I'll leave the rest to you."

He Jiahuan understood the nature of Ling Yang's work and didn't hesitate: "Alright, thank you for your hard work. Stay safe."

Ling Yang nodded and quickly led his team away.

On the other side, Xu Zhi handed Shankui over to his teammates and escorted him, along with the others who had been captured, back to the station.

He kept buzzing around Tu Shan the whole way.

"Comrade, your skills are truly amazing! I could hear the 'whoosh' of your punches from far away. It was absolutely cool—even better than our captain.

You look so slim and weak, yet your punch strength could go head-to-head with Shankui. That collision between you two made my scalp tingle.

Our captain said Shankui's punch strength is at least 400 jin; one hit can break a person's bones. It's hard to imagine someone with your thin arms and legs could do that too.

How long have you been training? How do you train? Can you reveal that? Who is your master? Could you give me a few pointers when you have time?"

Tu Shan glanced at the hyperactive Xu Zhi, her eyes hidden behind her bangs filled with disdain: "You must be very resistant to beatings, right?"

Caught off guard by the strange question, Xu Zhi didn't sense anything amiss and nodded proudly: "Of course! Although my fighting skills aren't great, when it comes to taking a beating, no one can compare to me. Even someone with your skills could beat me up, and I guarantee I'd be jumping around again the next day.

Let me tell you, being able to take a beating is a skill too. Don't look down on it; it can save your life in a pinch.

But Comrade, you're too sharp. You could even tell that? Is my excellence already impossible to ignore?"

Tu Shan's mouth twitched. *You're quite proud of yourself, aren't you?*

"No, it's that your chatter is already unbearable. But strangely, you're still alive and in one piece, so it's not hard to see that either everyone else is kind, or you are just very resistant to beatings."

"Pfft..." The accompanying teammates laughed unkindly.

Xu Zhi was indeed a chatterbox; everyone in their unit knew it, and they were all poisoned by it daily.

Xu Zhi: "???"

Xu Zhi felt like he had been stabbed by Tu Shan.

"And," Tu Shan squinted at Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi listened humbly—what else?

"Please call me Sister Liuhai, little brother." She had heard it; this kid had actually called her 'Little Sister Liuhai.'

Tu Shan strode forward, leaving Xu Zhi stunned in place.

His teammates covered their mouths to stifle their laughter: "Little brother, don't just stand there, let's go, hahahaha..."

At the police station.

"You said you are who?"

He Jiahuan had just stepped into the station when he was frozen in place by Xu Zhi's loud exclamation.

He asked the logistics girl nearby: "What is that kid doing?"

The girl was spirited: "He's taking a statement from the female comrade he brought back."

He Jiahuan frowned. Shouting while taking a statement—he was becoming less and less steady.

He pushed the door open to the interrogation room, where Xu Zhi was scratching his head.

Seeing He Jiahuan, he looked as excited as if he’d seen his own father: "Boss, Chief, Captain, do you know who she says she is?"

He Jiahuan frowned in annoyance and looked at Tu Shan.

The young girl sat upright, calm and unruffled.

*How embarrassing.*

He kicked Xu Zhi in the butt: "Be serious."

Xu Zhi winced in pain: "No, Boss, she says her name is Tu Sanmei, her husband is Ling Yang, and she lives on Linshan Road in the North District of the city."

He sent frantic signals with his eyes.

He Jiahuan was also stunned, looking at Tu Shan with shock.

"You are Ling Yang's wife? Your name is Tu Sanmei?"

Tu Shan nodded silently. It wasn't hard to tell from their reactions that they knew Ling Yang and knew of this person, Tu Sanmei.

And they surely knew of Tu Sanmei's reputation for being troublesome.

*So awkward.*

But it didn't matter. As long as she remained cold enough, no one would notice her embarrassment.

It was just that Ling Yang had said he was going to file for divorce, and she didn't know if he had done it yet. She still wanted to cultivate some feelings with him.

It would be a pity to get a divorce just like that after finally marrying him.

He Jiahuan took a breath, suppressed his surprise, and glared at Xu Zhi: "Have some dignity. Hurry up, don't waste Comrade Tu's time."

Xu Zhi's face twisted. *No, she's Tu Sanmei! The lazy, greedy, incompetent, immoral, crazy, and universally hated Tu Sanmei!*

But looking at the person in front of him, after two encounters, where was there any resemblance to the rumors?

Oh, the thick bangs—that looked a bit like her.

Although he hadn't seen her before, he had heard people express their deep hatred for those bangs.

But looking at them now, they weren't that hard to look at.

Xu Zhi, filled with doubts, recorded the statement step-by-step, his eyes unable to stop glancing at Tu Shan, his curiosity very obvious.

Tu Shan remained composed, pretending to know nothing.

After finishing the statement, it was around ten o'clock.

Tu Shan saw a small bag of peanuts on the desk and her eyes lit up.

"Are these peanuts raw or roasted?"

Walking behind her, looking as if he had been ravaged and was now listless, Xu Zhi snapped back to reality: "I don't know, they're the Captain's."

He Jiahuan happened to walk over: "They're raw." He handed them to Tu Shan: "My family asked me to bring them this morning. You take them. Thanks for today's business; I'll put in a good word for you with the higher-ups later."

He Jiahuan was a workaholic who often forgot to eat and suffered from frequent stomach aches.

He also had hypoglycemia.

That was why his family specifically found raw peanuts for him to bring to the station, so he could eat a couple when he felt unwell.

Tu Shan grabbed two: "This is enough. I'll treat you all to peanuts later.

The commendation isn't important; I don't care about that.

If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Tu Shan waved her hand and left with a carefree air.

Xu Zhi was still in a daze, unable to reconcile the person before him with the one in the rumors.

More importantly, he had often felt sorry for Ling Yang and had cursed Tu Sanmei several times.

"Sigh, if she finds out I cursed her, will she beat me up?"

A teammate nearby laughed: "Aren't you very resistant to beatings?"

Xu Zhi instantly bristled: "Do you want to fight?"

He Jiahuan rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

In an instant, he remembered the matter of recruiting talent. Given Tu Sanmei's situation, there were no major issues with her background, and she was a military dependent—it seemed she could be recruited. He just forgot to ask if she was willing.