Chapter 559: Little Fatty

e thought about this, Xiao Jingteng couldn't calm down. Everything that happened today was caused by this shameless and despicable little guy. His mind buzzed, and a surge of blood rushed to his head,...The fat man called himself "Fat Master" in front of He Jianhou and addressed him as "Old Man He." Everyone in the car was so frightened that they didn't dare to speak.

However, Ho Kin-hau simply smiled amiably and wasn't angered by being called "old man" by the fat guy. Isn't it normal for this fat guy to call him "Ho Lao Tou" Back when they were younger, he even dared to burn off Ho's beard with a lighter, so calling him "Ho Lao Tou" is nothing.

Looking at the once chubby kids he had held and even watched grow up, He Jianhou felt a surge of contentment in his heart. All the children had grown up and each one was a prodigy. Wouldn't the future belong to these young people

What about being arrogant and domineering What if young people don't have these bloodlines Then what are they even called "young people"

"Fatty, you came to Beijing without even giving me a call Last time, you promised to play chess with me." He Jianhou said with a slight smile.

“Oh, that thing I’d already forgotten about it. When Old Fatso has some free time, we’ll come find you to play chess again.” Fatty scratched his head and grinned: “By the way, what about He Xiaoya at your place That little girl should be all grown up now, right”

This time, except for He Jianhou, everyone else instantly turned to stone, their facial muscles twitching so badly they were numb.

Even though he was older now, Xiao Ya still often mentioned her fat brother. "You little rascal, do you like Xiao Ya If you do, just tell my grandpa so he can come to my house and ask for your hand in marriage." He Jianhou smiled meaningfully. But to Fatty, that was a fox's smile.

He Xiaoya is He Jianhou's youngest granddaughter. She is 18 years old this year, two years younger than Fatty. When Fatty went to He Jianhou's house when he was a child, He Xiaoya always followed him like a shadow, calling "Fatty brother, Fatty brother" non-stop. The two were best friends when they were young.

He hadn't seen He Xiaoya in years, though. Fatty had been out with the Wolf Fang these past few years, constantly on campaigns. Seeing He Jianhou now naturally made him want to ask about his old playmate.

"Ah…"

Upon hearing Ho Jianhou's words, the Fatty's round face, which was usually plump and rosy, turned a rare shade of crimson. His mouth gaped open, speechless. The man who was usually quick with his tongue couldn't utter a single word. Then, he suddenly threw a punch towards Ho Jianhou and mumbled sheepishly, "Who said I like her She's just a little brat, a clingy pest." After saying that, he was about to roll down the car window.

As the car window was about to be rolled down, Fatty said again, rather embarrassedly: "Old He, go back and tell Xiaoya that her Fatty brother misses her." After saying that, Fatty, whose face had already turned a little red, immediately rolled down the car window.

Upon hearing the fat man's words, Ho Jianhou let out a boisterous laugh. Chen Ming, however, was taken aback for a moment before exchanging a meaningful look with Ho Jianhou.

Inside the car, Fatso re-lit a cigar and took a deep drag. His mind drifted back to over ten years ago, to the pretty little thing who'd always been by his side, her constant shadow. A warm smile crept onto his lips.

On the square, Ye Qingcheng's beating of Zhao Heiping had ended. At this time, Zhao Heiping was already a mess, covered in blood all over his body. He seemed to have been hit hard and curled up together.

The anger had subsided a little, and Ye Qingcheng turned back to the few members of the Disciplinary Committee. "I apologize for breaking your suspect," she said. "But I also saved the Empire some bullets. Now, you can take him away."

At this time, those policemen dared not arrest anyone from the Disciplinary Committee. They watched helplessly as members of the Disciplinary Committee took Zhao Heiping away like a dead dog.

After the Discipline Inspection Commission members left, Ye Qingcheng pointed at Han Haoxiang who was writhing on the ground and howling, as well as several police officers from the Yanjing Police Station, and said: "Take these rioters who attempted to storm the capital back for a thorough interrogation. Find out who instructed them to infiltrate the capital and attempt subversion."

With a single sentence, Ye Qingcheng condemned these people.

When he said that, the faces of all the policemen present turned pale as a sheet. However, they didn't even have time to resist before dozens of soldiers swarmed forward, pinning them to the ground and taking them away quickly.

On the scene, only a line of on-standby martial law police remained. As Ye Qingcheng's icy gaze swept over them, one by one they lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes. Almost everyone trembled with fear, waiting anxiously for Ye Qingcheng's judgment.

"You all, go back now." Ye Qingcheng pointed at the crowd and continued, "Today's events are classified. Someone attempted to overthrow the capital city, and as rebels suppressing forces, you have made great achievements. Upon returning, the headquarters will reward each one of you."

When Ye Qingcheng's voice fell, these people breathed a sigh of relief, but their mood was very oppressive. Because, they were very clear in their hearts what they were about to face.

Although they were only assisting in the arrest, they would certainly face Ye Qingcheng's wrath afterward. But it wasn't as if he, the one speaking now, was a true hero. "Where did this rebellion come from today" He said this, simply to pin the blame onto them.

As expected, not long after, they were disbanded and sent to different harsh locations. Although they weren't directly kicked out of the army, their treatment was already much worse than it was in Yanjing.

After finishing his words, Ye Qingcheng left the scene with two bodyguards. The soldiers he brought also left the scene with a group of police officers. After Ye Qingcheng left, the martial arts department~ team also lined up in an orderly manner. For a time, there was only Zhao Ya alone lying on the ground in the square.

There were only three cars parked next to the shopping mall. When Ye Qincheng rushed over, she also said to He Jianhou with great respect: "Grandpa He, hello."

He Jianhou scanned Ye Qingcheng from top to bottom and smiled, "Qingcheng, you're becoming more and more like your father."

Hearing He Jianhou's words, Ye Qingcheng just chuckled and didn't say anything.

"Alright, you youngsters handle your own business. This old man won't get involved. I'll just help wipe up any messes," He Jianhou glanced at Chen Ming and Ye Qingcheng, then slowly rolled up his car window while saying in a soft tone, "The times belong to you young people now. We old men are all watching your performance. Don't disappoint us."

After finishing his words, He Jianhou had already rolled up the car window and instructed the driver to drive back to the department. Almost all of the officers at the Yanjing Police Station had been caught, and he still needed to sit in command and make some adjustments and deployments within the station. Before his retirement, he planned to promote some young people he valued. The positions vacated by Zhao Heiping and the others were a perfect arrangement.

After He Jianhou left, Ye Qingcheng smiled and said, "Where's Fatty Come out and say a few words."punch.“Ah!” Li Qiang and the others exclaimed in surprise, watching Ye Fan recklessly charge into the fray, disregarding his own safety. They couldn't help but worry for him. After all, when masters c...