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"Thank you, teacher."
Although Xiao Yi didn’t think he would need this teacher’s help, he still politely nodded his head.
Zeng Xiaoxiao, who was already disinterested in class and had no fear of the police station—after all, her sister was the captain of the Municipal Criminal Police Team—saw going to make a statent with her sister, and having Xiao Yi accompany them. as great news. She couldn’t wait to pull Xiao Yi and head outside.
Now that everything had been explained, Zeng Xiaoi didn’t delay any further; she simply waved her hand, directing her subordinates to push the gangsters out of the classroom.
The Municipal Criminal Police Team’s office was located in the Public Security Building in New River District, near Red River District. With the sirens blaring, it took just over twenty minutes to get there by police car.
"Uncle Wang, take Xiaoxiao to sit for a while."
After arranging for the criminals to be taken away and formally recording a statent from Zeng Xiaoxiao and Xiao Yi, the beautiful policewoman Zeng Xiaoi turned to a policeman in his early thirties beside her and instructed him.
"Ah? There’s no need to trouble Uncle Wang, sister. I’ll just sit here," Xiaoxiao said with a hint of surprise upon hearing her sister’s words, but quickly smiled cheerfully.
Uncle Wang.
The policeman Zeng Xiaoi had instructed felt a taphorical black line running down his forehead. I’m not even thirty yet, he thought. I just got married this year!
But he knew this young lady and realized that now was definitely not the ti to take her words seriously. Anyone who did would end up frustrated to the point of spitting blood—a bitter lesson many in the station had learned. The only solution was to pretend you didn’t hear what she said.
At the mont, he just looked at Zeng Xiaoi with an embarrassed expression. She was the only one in the station who could subdue—and dared to subdue—that young lady.
"If I tell you to go out, then go out."
Zeng Xiaoi, watching Xiaoxiao sit across from her with a cheerful smile, not moving an inch, furrowed her brows and said indifferently, "I have a few questions for him."
Xiaoxiao, who seed quite afraid of her sister, hesitated for a mont upon seeing Zeng Xiaoi’s frown, then stood up apologetically and said to Xiao Yi, "Brother Xiao, I’ll wait for you outside then. But don’t worry, my sister is really nice. Whatever she asks you, just talk to her."
"Mm." Xiao Yi also looked at Zeng Xiaoi with a bit of surprise. The official statent had been made, and he had explained everything needed, so he wasn’t sure why she wanted to talk to him specifically. But having a few more words with her was no big deal either. After all, he had plenty of ti and didn’t mind chatting a bit more, especially since the woman across from him was quite an attractive police officer. Hearing Xiaoxiao’s words, he simply smiled and nodded.
"Your na is Xiao Yi?"
As Xiaoxiao and the other policeman left, Zeng Xiaoi’s gaze returned to Xiao Yi sitting opposite her.
"Mm."
Xiao Yi nodded, his eyes carrying a trace of confusion as he looked at Zeng Xiaoi, wondering about her intentions. He had already provided all his personal information during the statent.
"Have you studied martial arts?"
Zeng Xiaoi looked at Xiao Yi’s puzzled eyes and shifted the question.
"Mm, sort of."
Xiao Yi hesitated for a mont before nodding. He didn’t believe what he learned was martial arts. According to the old man, there were various skills in the world, such as martial, dical, musical... and they were divided into "skills" and "paths." What most people saw were skills, while those who pursued the "path" were few. Especially regarding the martial path—in this era, there were hardly any who pursued it. And Xiao Yi was indeed on the path, considering what most people saw as martial arts hardly even the bare basics in his eyes.
However, he thought it would be difficult for average people to understand this distinction. To them, there probably wasn’t much difference between martial arts and the martial path, so he simply nodded and agreed.
"Either you have or you haven’t, what do you an ’sort of’?"
Zeng Xiaoi’s brows furrowed imdiately, dissatisfied with Xiao Yi’s ambiguous answer.
Not just the answer, but his entire deanor was irkso to her. Typically, people reacted to her with either admiration or awe—usually the forr before the latter, in a sort of progression. But this young man, other than showing surprise when many of his male classmates looked at her with amazent as she entered the classroom, had never shown any other emotion. Yes, it was surprise, not admiration, and since then, he had maintained an air of nonchalance.
She had expected that once he was in the Public Security Building, he would show so signs of pressure—most people do, even if they haven’t done anything wrong. But he was still unfazed, as serene as ever from beginning to end.
Humans naturally feel a special sensitivity and aversion to the abnormal. To Zeng Xiaoi, Xiao Yi was such an anomaly.
"Then it is," Xiao Yi said, looking at Zeng Xiaoi strangely, not understanding why she seed suddenly displeased with his earlier response, which he thought was clear enough.
"You..."
Zeng Xiaoi looked at Xiao Yi, almost instinctively wanting to slam the table in anger, but as she raised her hand, she rembered why she wanted to talk to Xiao Yi, and managed to suppress her anger, continuing with an even tone, "Who did you learn your martial arts from?"
"The old man."
Xiao Yi’s reply was blunt, knowing that the policewoman before him didn’t like evasiveness.
"The old man?"
Zeng Xiaoi paused for a mont.
"Yes, my grandfather. It’s a family tradition."
Xiao Yi clarified.
"Oh."
Zeng Xiaoi appeared to be not very interested in Xiao Yi’s martial arts, rely asking briefly before changing the subject, "Have you known Xiaoxiao for a long ti?"
As she spoke, she straightened her back a bit and looked at Xiao Yi with more focus.
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