"No, I can't let scum tarnish the police profession permanently," Ye Fan said, shaking his head.
He was now a police officer himself, even more, a political commissar at a county police bureau, responsible for political thought work.
A few months of work had given him a profound understanding that police work was originally not easy. If he allowed some scum to ruin the police's reputation and lose the trust of the people, it often required a lot of extra energy to complete even the simplest tasks.
Hearing this, the two young police officers slumped their shoulders in disappointment.
Luo Jianfeng gave a bitter smile. He didn't naively think that Ye Fan would let them off the hook.
Ye Fan then refilled his cup of tea, slowly sipped it, and then asked Luo Jianfeng, "Tell me, was it An Qiye who instructed you to come?"
"It wasn't An Qiye," Luo Jianfeng admitted, deciding not to beat around the bush, "It was Wang Kaichen, the son of the vice mayor Wang."
