Chapter 18

Feng Kun wanted to say more, but when he saw the smile on Yang Luo's face, he couldn't help but shiver. He hurriedly stood up from the bed, waving his hands and said, "Brother! This is absolutely not intentional. I also drank a lot last night and was sent back by someone else. You can't blame me for this."

Yang Luo thought about it and realized that if he was so drunk that he didn't know what was happening, how could Feng Kun, who had a much lower alcohol tolerance, be any different. Thinking of this, he walked to the bed, sat down, took out a cigarette, and threw one to Feng Kun, "What do you plan to do today?"

Feng Kun helped Yang Luo light the cigarette and said, "Go to work with you."

Yang Luo took a deep puff of the cigarette, "I don't want to go."

Feng Kun seemed to know he would say this, "Let me tell you, there are many beautiful policewomen in the Shanghai Public Security Bureau. Their heroic and spirited appearance is absolutely pleasing to the eye."

Yang Luo's spirits lifted, "Really?"

Feng Kun chuckled, "Of course it's true. But you, who always claim to be a professional thug, always back out when it comes to the real deal. I hope you can find a policewoman to lose your virginity to this time."

Yang Luo, with a cigarette in his mouth, said, "Damn! You look down on me. Let me tell you, I lost my virginity a few years ago. And last night, I made that girl go wild with pleasure."

Feng Kun sneered, "Brother! To be honest, if you hadn't said anything, I would have thought you had really messed with that famous ice queen. But now I don't believe you. I know you too well; not a single word you say is true."

Yang Luo, feeling guilty, shouted, "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me." After saying this, he stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Feng Kun asked, following behind.

"To work."

"I'll go with you."

Yang Luo waved his hand, "No need! I'll go by myself."

Feng Kun thought for a moment, "Alright! Take your file, or they won't know who you are."

Yang Luo took it and asked, "Which department?"

"Crime Investigation Team!"

Yang Luo said, "Not bad!"

The captain of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team, Jiang Qiang, was in his office. Yesterday, he had received a call from the bureau chief, saying that a new recruit would report today. Who could make the chief personally follow up? He had been thinking about it since yesterday, and there was only one answer: this new recruit must have a significant background or be a relative of the chief.

Looking at the time, Jiang Qiang frowned. It had been over two hours past the start of the workday, and this guy was really putting on airs. Just as he thought this, a knock came at the door.

Jiang Qiang adjusted his posture and sat up straight. No matter what, the other party might be a relative of the bureau chief, so he had to make a good impression. If he could say a good word for him, it would be beneficial in the long run.

"Come in!"

The office door opened gently, and a guy with a smile on his face walked in. Seeing Jiang Qiang, he said with a grin, "Oh! You must be the captain, I've heard a lot about you." Then he walked over, grabbed his hand, and shook it.

Jiang Qiang frowned. This guy didn't look like a police officer at all; he was purely a thug.

"Are you Yang Luo?"

Yang Luo still had a grin on his face, "That's me, that's me."

Jiang Qiang's frown deepened. He really hoped this guy wasn't the new recruit the chief mentioned, but Yang Luo's answer disappointed him. Bringing such a person to his team was a headache for anyone. This was the Criminal Investigation Team of the Public Security Bureau, not a garbage dump where anyone could join.

But there was no way around it. The bureau chief had personally instructed him, so he had to take him. "Where's your file?"

Yang Luo bent over and respectfully handed over the file, "Here it is."

Jiang Qiang, looking at Yang Luo's smile, wanted to punch him. Suppressing his dissatisfaction, he took the file and was stunned when he saw its contents. There was nothing in it except the name, place of origin, date of birth, and social background.

"Is this your file?"

"Yep! It's definitely correct."

Jiang Qiang was puzzled. How could the higher-ups create such a file for someone like this? But with his experience in the bureaucracy, he showed no expression on his face, "Little Yang! Your position has been arranged. You'll report to the Pudong Criminal Investigation Brigade shortly. Any problems?"