Bai Bufan followed suit, nimbly rolling off the chair and squatting down.

Feifei and Little Jing were already being escorted out of the room by other Demon Suppression Division officers.

"Bai Bufan, how come you're here every time there's a vice raid!"

Bai Bufan subconsciously raised his head upon hearing this, only to see Yang Liang go up and deliver a Leo Kick to Lin Li in the corner.

Lin Li, in turn, rolled twice and started spitting 'blood'. If Zhou Youwei had seen this scene, he would have exclaimed, "Professional!"

Bai Bufan, however, was dumbfounded. Was this part of the process? Did being an undercover agent really require such sacrifices?

So he gritted his teeth, stuck out his own butt, tensed his body, and waited to be kicked.

Seeing this, Yang Liang glanced sideways at Bai Bufan, his voice cool, "What? You're sick too? You think this experience is novel and want to try it?"

Only then did Bai Bufan have a sudden realization. So this was a scene Lin Li had forcibly added for himself, something he and Yang Liang had privately agreed upon, not a necessary procedure.

Having figured everything out, he let out a sigh of relief, then nodded heavily at Yang Liang, his voice extra loud, "Yes!"

Then I have to be included too. I'm already here.

Yang Liang: "?"

"I fucking knew you two could be brothers!" Yang Liang went up and delivered another Leo Kick.

"Uncle, did you forget to hold back?" Bai Bufan, who had rolled one more time than Lin Li, rubbed his butt and sucked in a breath of cold air, having discovered a blind spot.

"Oh, I forgot. Sorry," Yang Liang apologized without much sincerity.

Bai Bufan: "..."

...

Having experienced it once before, Lin Li, with his head covered, didn't make many movements this time. After going out, he obediently squatted down and listened to the Demon Suppression Division officers' commands.

Bai Bufan wanted to, but didn't have the guts, so he could only squat next to Lin Li.

Lin Li followed a Demon Suppression Division officer downstairs and saw Little Wen.

The two made eye contact.

Lin Li stared blankly at Little Wen with a gaze that was thirty percent cool, thirty percent mocking, forty percent nonchalant, and thirty percent each of sadness, disbelief, and disappointment.

"Why," his eyes seemed to say these two words.

The hood blocked his face, but it made his gaze even more conspicuous and intense.

Little Wen felt her body being burned by this gaze. She didn't dare to meet Lin Li's eyes, turned her head away, and mumbled "I'm sorry."

She hadn't expected this either. She didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

She also wanted to ask, *why*?

Just a few days ago, she had confidently made a promise to Bufan, but now it had become a joke. She truly had no face to face the elders of Jiangdong again.

After this matter, perhaps she really should wash her hands of this, find an honest man to marry, and then get a divorce. That was still the fastest way to make money, and it was legitimate.

The two dejected figures brushed past each other, leaving only their backs. Lin Li immediately started to "hehe" again.

OK, it looks like I haven't been suspected yet. My acting is still on point.

Yang Liang was escorting the two from behind. He suddenly noticed that Lin Li had stopped walking. He peeked over and saw that this damn kid was actually making a peace sign?

Bai Bufan and Yang Liang both noticed this and followed the direction Lin Li was facing.

Then they saw Xue Jian's wife, on the front line of the melon-eating, excitedly snapping pictures with her phone.

But Xue Jian, next to her, at the moment he saw Lin Li make the peace sign, silently closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths continuously.

—Maybe I should just retire after this cohort? If I'm still Lin Li's class teacher after the class division, maybe I should just retire this year.

It felt like the future flowers of the motherland were all growing crooked.

Yang Liang smiled with relief. Finally, someone could empathize with him.

But when he saw Bai Bufan start to make a heart shape with his hands in front of him, he couldn't hold it in anymore and said in a low voice, "That's enough, tone it down a bit!"

Then, with a hostile attitude, he once again used a method close to violent law enforcement to put Lin Li and Bai Bufan into his car.

Xue Jian's wife watched as the private car carrying Lin Li and Bai Bufan drove away. Only then did she reluctantly put down her phone, admire the photos in her phone, nod, and say to Xue Jian:

"I believe you now. What you said just now was all true. These two kids, they really are..."

Xue Jian's wife was quite educated, but now she couldn't find the words to describe them. In the end, she chose to give a thumbs-up.

...

In the car.

Bai Bufan and Lin Li had already taken off their hoods. Then Lin Li handcuffed Bai Bufan, one hand each—undoubtedly at Lin Li and Bai Bufan's own request.

Lin Li had mainly experienced being handcuffed with both hands last time. Recalling that this was a common scene in movies and TV shows, he wanted to try this one this time.

"We still have to go through the motions, so you two still have to come back to the station with me," Yang Liang, who was driving, said to the two through the rearview mirror.

"That's great. I thought you were going to send us straight back," Bai Bufan said with a sigh of relief.

Yang Liang: "..."

What's so great about it, may I ask?

His gaze towards Bai Bufan became increasingly hostile.

Bai Bufan's family was happy and well-off. It was obvious that this kid's abstractness was purely because he himself was abstract.

So Yang Liang now seriously suspected that the reason Lin Li chose abstractness as his protective shell was because he had a brother like Bai Bufan.

Alright, alright, the culprit has been found. So it wasn't Sun Xiaochuan.

"Uncle, let me ask, after this is over, will there still be a bonus?" Lin Li asked curiously at this moment.

The system didn't give him money. To become a rich guy, he still needed to take it one step at a time.

He was thinking about subsidizing his family again. Such a good child, a stark contrast to Bai Bufan.

Yang Liang's voice softened a lot. "Last time was because you set an example, and in some respects, it was a first. Plus, it required a simple interview and photo op, so the significance was different. This time, there should still be a bonus, but the amount will definitely not be as much as last time, maybe only a few hundred yuan.

Uncle will try his best to fight for it for you. If I can't get more, there's nothing I can do."

"Then will you have to make a special trip to the school?" Lin Li asked again.

"Probably not. Just give me a bank card number later, and I'll transfer it directly," Yang Liang shook his head.

"I see," Lin Li felt a sense of regret for Principal Wang, who couldn't share this honor with him.

"Speaking of which, Little Lin, Uncle has something serious to tell you again," Yang Liang met Lin Li's gaze through the rearview mirror and then spoke.

"Go ahead, Uncle."

"Although we gave you the banner of [Vice Raid Pioneer], we don't hope that you will take the lead in this cause of vice raiding. Let the professionals do the professional work. As a tenth-grade student, your most important thing right now is to study hard. That's enough.

In the future, if you have new, new friends who tell you about chicken farms, can you just tell Uncle directly? Uncle will arrange for people to clean them up. You don't need to go alone..." Speaking of this, Yang Liang glared at Bai Bufan in the rearview mirror before continuing:

"You don't need to go into the tiger's den by yourselves. It's very dangerous and will also affect you. When you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet?"

Yang Liang spoke very sincerely. Lin Li nodded:

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle. I know. It won't happen more than five times, don't worry."

Seeing that Lin Li had finally listened, Yang Liang smiled with relief.

Such a good child.

Wait, something seems wrong.

Not more than five times?

(End of Chapter)