pertwk Chapter 60: Counterattack
Chapter 60: Counterattack
The police officers from the local police station arrived very quickly.
Less than ten minutes after Lin Bei reported the incident, police cars were already parked outside the hot pot restaurant.
Two middle-aged police officers in uniform got out of the police car and pushed open the glass door of the hot pot restaurant.
They had just walked in when a young auxiliary police officer followed behind them.
After the lead police officer entered, he glanced around the scene in the hall.
Six drunkards were lying haphazardly on the ground.
Several tables were tilted, two chairs were overturned, and shards of broken glass were mixed with the hot pot broth on the floor.
Even the air smelled of butter and beer.
Because it was the scene of a crime, the waiter didn't dare to touch anything and left it as it was.
At this moment, the shirtless man with the gold chain was still groaning on the ground.
His companion, who had been hit with a beer bottle, sat in the corner, clutching his head, looking miserable.
Although there was no blood on his head, the pain was so intense that he saw stars.
The remaining men were also lying sprawled out in the aisle.
I don't know if he was too beaten to stand up, or if he was too drunk to stand up.
"Who called the police?" the lead officer asked.
"Me," Lin Bei immediately responded, extending his hand.
He stepped over several drunkards and put his phone back in his pocket.
The police officer looked Lin Bei up and down.
The short-haired, clean-cut young man had a few drops of red paint splattered on his white shirt, half a shoe print on his trouser leg, and a small scrape on his knuckles.
But he stood ramrod straight and spoke calmly, not at all like someone who had just been in a brawl.
He then glanced at the three girls behind Lin Bei.
One was wiping their fingers, another was rubbing their wrists, and a third was standing quietly.
"What's going on?" the lead police officer asked.
Lin Bei pointed to the man with the gold chain on the ground: "Those guys were drunk and came over to harass my friend."
"We tried to stop them, and then we started fighting with them."
Another police officer squatted down and examined the man with the gold chain by looking at his eyelids and smelling the alcohol on his body.
The auxiliary police officer next to him was already asking the shop owner for the surveillance footage.
Several drunkards were helped up one after another and sat down against the wall.
One of the bald men, who was covering his nose, was about to start cursing, but he immediately quieted down after being glared at by the police officer.
"Take them all back to the station." The lead officer clapped his hands. "You four come along too."
……
Police station.
The lights in the detention room were very bright, and there were police-civilian liaison cards with blue backgrounds and white lettering pasted on the walls.
Lin Bei sat on a bench near the door, his back against the wall, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.
Song Qingning sat to his left, legs crossed, showing no fear whatsoever, tapping her fingers absently on the armrest of the bench.
Wu Xiaoxun sat to Lin Bei's right, holding her handbag, her little face full of excitement.
It was probably their first time visiting a police station, and they seemed very curious about the place.
Su Qianqian sat on the far side, her back ramrod straight, her fingers interlaced on her knees.
The hot pot restaurant owner sent over the surveillance footage, which was very clear.
Six drunk men were gathered around a four-person table by the window.
One of the men reached out and touched Su Qianqian's face.
Then he was slammed to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Immediately afterwards, a beer bottle flew in from off-screen...
The whole process took less than two minutes.
The determination of responsibility is clear: the other party attacked first, and Lin Bei and his group acted in self-defense.
After taking the statement, the police officer put down his pen, glanced at Lin Bei, and then glanced at the three girls.
These four were all students who had just graduated from high school.
Moreover, they even managed to beat up six adult men!
After the attack, they even called the police.
He had worked at the police station for over a decade and had never seen a student like this before.
Sure enough, sometimes beautiful women can be quite fierce in a fight.
"You guys, next time you encounter this situation, call the police first, don't take matters into your own hands."
"Especially you..." The police officer pointed at Su Qianqian, "You were quite adept at the over-the-shoulder throw, have you trained before?"
"I've trained for a few years." Su Qianqian nodded.
"You too." The police officer pointed at Lin Bei again: "Beer bottles are too easy to cause accidents. You should use something else next time."
"Okay!" Lin Bei immediately nodded in response, "I will listen to the police officers from now on."
Lin Bei and his three companions spent nearly forty minutes at the police station.
It was already past 2 p.m. when I came out of the police station.
The sun was blazing, and the leaves of the sycamore tree in front of the police station were curled up at the edges.
Song Qingning stood on the steps and stretched out a big yawn.
Then, turning to Lin Bei, he asked, "Where did you get that beer bottle from?"
Lin Bei: "I just grabbed it from the table next to me."
Song Qingning smiled and said, "Your aim is pretty good."
"Not bad." Lin Bei put his hands in his pants pockets, glanced down at the shoe print on his trouser leg.
He bent down and patted it, but it wasn't clean, so he ignored it.
Wu Xiaoxun walked beside Lin Bei, constantly fiddling with the missing metal clasp on her handbag.
After walking half a block, Wu Xiaoxun suddenly grabbed Lin Bei's sleeve and held her bag up in front of him: "Brother Lin Bei, the clasp on my bag is broken..."
"You have to compensate me."
Lin Bei glanced at the spot where the button was missing, then looked at Wu Xiaoxun's expression, nodded, and smiled.
"Okay, I'll compensate you."
Wu Xiaoxun immediately smiled: "Then next time you come shopping with me to pick out a bag."
Lin Bei agreed: "No problem."
At this moment, Song Qingning walked up from behind.
She reached out and slapped away Wu Xiaoxun's hand that was grabbing Lin Bei's sleeve.
The slap wasn't hard, but the aim was excellent, landing perfectly on the back of Wu Xiaoxun's hand.
Wu Xiaoxun covered the back of her hand and looked back.
Song Qingning had already withdrawn her hand and was looking ahead: "Lin Bei, that shirtless guy who grabbed my arm just now, you didn't even glance at him."
"Did you do this on purpose?"
"Huh?!" Lin Bei looked confused. "What do you mean?"
Song Qingning snorted.
Wu Xiaoxun chimed in from the side, "Sister Qingning, don't be angry. Brother Lin Bei is definitely worried about you too."
"This statement was made very sincerely, and there was nothing wrong with the tone."
But Song Qingning still felt very uncomfortable.
Su Qianqian walked at the very back of the three, and didn't say much from beginning to end.
But the smile on her lips never faded after she left the police station.
This is so interesting.
It's much more interesting than TV dramas.
Soon, Lin Bei flagged down a taxi at the intersection.
The four people got into the car one after another.
Su Qianqian sat in the passenger seat, while Lin Bei, Song Qingning, and Wu Xiaoxun squeezed into the back.
Wu Xiaoxun arrived home first. After getting out of the car, she gestured to Lin Bei in the back seat through the car window as if she were answering a phone call.
It means to send a message later.
Then, carrying her small handbag with the button missing, she walked towards the entrance of her residential compound.
Song Qingning moved half a body toward the car window.
The next one is Su Qianqian.
The driver pulled over, Su Qianqian opened the car door, stood up sideways, held onto the door frame with one hand, and looked down at Lin Bei in the back seat.
"Thank you for what happened earlier."
"You're welcome," Lin Bei said with a smile. "Your over-the-shoulder throw just now was also very timely."
Su Qianqian nodded slightly, closed the car door, and turned to leave.
The taxi started moving again, and only Lin Bei and Song Qingning were left in the car.
Song Qingning leaned back in her seat, tilted her head to look out the window, and after two seconds suddenly spoke:
"Does my plum juice bottle count as a meritorious service?"
"Of course!" Lin Beiyi said righteously, "I'll buy you a case later."
Song Qingning pouted and snorted, "One box isn't enough, I want two boxes."
"No problem!" Lin Bei raised his hand and made an OK sign.