I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

The police station was located in an old courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles. As soon as Li Jing'an followed Chief Wang through the gate, Chief Wang frowned and quickly beckoned two police officers to stand guard at the entrance, whispering, "Keep a close eye on things, don't let anything else cause trouble."

Li Jing'an continued walking along the covered walkway without stopping. Just as he turned the corner of the moon gate, he saw the Lu family father and son standing straight under the covered walkway, waiting for him.

As soon as the eldest son of the Lu family saw Li Jing'an approaching, he pointed at him, opened his mouth, and was about to say something unpleasant.

Li Jing'an's face suddenly darkened, his eyes turning as cold as ice. Before the other party could utter a single word, he stepped forward and slammed his right fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, into the face of the eldest son of the Lu family.

"Ouch—" The eldest son of the Lu family groaned and staggered backward.

Seeing this, Old Man Lu panicked and rushed forward to help. Li Jing'an smirked, and with a backhand slap, landed squarely on Old Man Lu's other cheek—"Smack!" A crisp, loud sound. Then, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, raining blows on the father and son. As he struck, he muttered curses under his breath, "Serves you right for your foul mouth! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

The punches landed with a series of thuds. The Lu father and son tried to run away, but they couldn't dodge them and howled in pain.

The commotion was so loud that several police officers in the office heard it and poked their heads out to see what was happening.

"What are you looking at? Go back to what you were doing! All of you, go back!" Director Wang pointed at the police officers and chased them all back.

Only after Li Jing'an stopped, straightened his collar, and calmed his breathing did Director Wang approach him cautiously and ask, "Comrade Li... what do you think we should do about what happened today?"

"What do we do?" Li Jing'an sneered, his cold gaze sweeping over the Lu family father and son who were squatting on the ground groaning. "Interrogate those two! I want to see who gave them the guts!"

Chief Wang nodded repeatedly, then turned and waved to the two police officers who had been "watching the show" from the sidelines: "What are you all standing there for? Take them in!"

The two police officers didn't hesitate this time. One grabbed them by the neck, and the other by the collar, dragging the Lu father and son into the interrogation room like dead dogs. Chief Wang and Li Jing'an followed behind at a leisurely pace.

The interrogation room was small, dimly lit, and filled with a damp, musty smell. The Lu father and son squatted in the corner, their faces bruised and swollen, blood trickling from their lips. Even the slightest movement caused them to gasp in pain, hissing loudly.

On the opposite chair, Li Jing'an sat with his legs crossed, looking at them indifferently. Director Wang poured him a glass of water, offered him a cigarette, lit it, and then carefully sat down next to him.

Li Jing'an took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and then slammed his hand on the table—"Bang!"

"Tell me," his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority, "Just how powerful is your background? How strong is your backing? You dare to play this game? Huh?"

Li Jing'an thought to himself: I've never dared to do this before, and you're even more awesome than me?

The eldest son of the Lu family trembled, finally realizing the situation before him. He stammered, not daring to speak, and could only look at Director Wang with pleading eyes—after all, he had shared a meal with Director Wang and they had some kind of relationship.

Director Wang slammed his hand on the table, his eyes wide with anger: "What are you looking at? Didn't you see Comrade Li is questioning you? I think you need a good beating! Do you want me to loosen your muscles too?"

The eldest son of the Lu family was startled again, and he must have aggravated some wound. He grimaced in pain and gasped for breath.

Director Wang leaned close to Li Jing'an's ear and whispered, "Comrade Li, I...I know a little bit. He seems to have some connections with the Municipal Housing Management Bureau. In this area, this guy is quite well-connected, and he knows people in the street office and various departments quite well. I...I've only had one meal with him, and I really have nothing to do with him." He spoke with a hint of urgency at the end, afraid that Li Jing'an would misunderstand.

Li Jing'an simply nodded, his gaze never leaving the eldest son of the Lu family, a look of impatience on his face.

The eldest son of the Lu family finally couldn't hold back any longer and stammered, "My...my child's mother's uncle...is...is the director of our city's Housing Management Bureau, the top...top leader..." He stole glances at Li Jing'an's face, hoping to glean something from that cold, hard expression—even a hint of hesitation. In his mind, the top leader of the city bureau was like a god. A high-ranking official that ordinary people could never even come into contact with. He hoped that this title would intimidate Li Jing'an.

He even secretly vowed in his heart: If you show any fear, don't blame me for being impolite... I'll pay you back tenfold!

Just as he was thinking this, the wound started hurting again, and he hissed and gasped for breath.

After hearing this, Li Jing'an curled his lip and laughed disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit bureau chief is he?"

He reached out and shoved the phone off the table in front of the eldest son of the Lu family: "Here, call him. Tell him to come over."

The eldest son of the Lu family felt his heart sink to the bottom. He moved over shakily, picked up the phone, and looked at Li Jing'an with pleading eyes—hoping that this gentleman would be lenient and let him off the hook.

But Li Jing'an's expression told him: this uncle was someone they didn't take seriously at all.

The eldest son of the Lu family finally realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest.

"What are you looking at? Start hitting them now!" Director Wang shouted angrily.

The eldest son of the Lu family dialed the phone with trembling hands: "Hello... Uncle? It's me, Little Lu... It's... it's like this, something's happened here... I wanted to talk to you..."

Li Jing'an, a cigarette dangling from his lips, tapped the phone with his finger and said coldly, "Tell him to come to the police station right now."

The eldest son of the Lu family swallowed hard and said into the microphone, "Uncle... could you... could you come to our Qianmen Police Station? It's in the Qianmen area..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Jing'an impatiently snatched the phone, his voice as cold as a knife: "Hello, you're the director of the Housing Management Bureau? Who am I? Let me tell you, my name is Li Jing'an. If you haven't heard of me, ask around. I'm at the Qianmen Police Station now, waiting for you here. I need you to come over immediately—run over here!"

After saying that, he slammed the phone down on the landline with a loud "bang".

Director Wang quickly came over, his face beaming, "Comrade Li, let's not stay here, the environment isn't good. Please come to my office and sit down. I have some good tea there, please have a taste."

Li Jing'an glanced at him, then at the Lu family father and son squatting in the corner, nodded, and stood up. Chief Wang quickly opened the door, stepped aside to let Li Jing'an out first, and then instructed the police officer at the door: "Keep an eye on those two guys inside."

He led Li Jing'an through the corridor into his office. The office wasn't large, but it was fairly tidy. Director Wang busied himself making tea and offering cigarettes, chatting about various things. Li Jing'an only nodded occasionally, his gaze calm, lost in thought.