Chapter 47: Dad, Save Me, He Really Dares To Arrest Me!
In the atmosphere that was serene yet oppressively stagnant, almost frozen,
a brazen and arrogant shout unique to a fool pierced the silence of the Hu Residence from afar, reaching straight to the parlor.
“Who is it? Who ate a bear’s heart and leopard’s gall, daring to cause trouble at my Hu Family? Do they really not know how the Hu in Hu Family came about?”
A figure in fine brocade robes, yet with a pallid face from excessive indulgence, emerged from behind the screen in the parlor.
Young Master Hu heard the servants’ panicked report that constables from the Public Security Bureau had come to the residence, clamoring for him to come out. He laughed upon hearing it.
What era is this?
Are there still such arrogant, reckless fools coming to cause trouble at the Hu Family?
He staggered into the parlor, arrogantly scanning the room without taking anyone seriously, except noticing his father’s grim expression and the constable sizing him up.
Lin Fan?
He’d heard people boast about how awesome he was, how good at fighting.
But so what? In this world, it’s all about status and background. Fighting skills don’t cut it; it’s just grunt work for small-time punks.
As long as Eldest Young Master Hu was willing to spend silver, hundreds or thousands would risk their lives for him. Buying that Lin guy’s life wouldn’t even be an issue.
His gaze flicked aside, landing on a familiar face.
Hah, good grief.
It was the tavern’s shopkeeper, the old guy whose wine recipe he’d taken a fancy to. The old guy’s son had bitten him, and his calf still bore the tooth marks. Clearly, this old fellow had brought the constables.
But these constables were idiots.
Didn’t they know it was the Hu Family that fancied the wine recipe?
Had they taken all that silver for nothing before?
“Yu’er, you…”
Master Hu wanted to remind his son not to act on impulse, but he clearly underestimated his son’s arrogance. The son directly cut him off, waving a hand grandly, the meaning clear: Dad, shut up and watch how I show the Hu Family’s might.
Hu Yu walked up to Shopkeeper Wang, laughing instead of getting angry: “Old thing, you’ve really set your heart on iron and want to oppose this young master, huh? This young master fancies the recipe. I don’t lack silver; I just want it. And your son dared to bite me—I’ll have him locked up for life.”
“What, you think calling some constables means you can do anything to this young master?”
“Do you know where this is?”
“This is the Hu Family. The Hu Family is half the sky in Yong’an.”
Hu Yu was utterly arrogant, beyond all bounds. His gaze shifted, locking onto Lin Fan, sizing him up from head to toe, then chuckling: “Constable Lin, Lin Fan. I’ve heard people blow hot air about you.”
Lin Fan smiled faintly: if he wanted to talk, let him talk more.
He hadn’t expected Hu Yu to be so brazen, spilling it all without even being asked.
He’d already prepared his strategy beforehand.
If the other side claimed the recipe was theirs, he’d planned to make Hu Yu admit he knew brewing, then expose him by brewing on the spot. Now, it seemed unnecessary.
“Yu’er, shut up, don’t say it. He’s really here to arrest you.” Master Hu urgently shouted to stop him, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Hahaha…” Hu Yu laughed as if hearing the biggest joke, doubling over, “Dad, don’t make me laugh. Arrest me? What with? He’s just a commoner, the lowest rung at the Public Security Bureau. Forget Prefect Li; even Squad Leader Chen could use him like a dog.”
Everyone in the room drew in a sharp breath.
In this unpolluted world, it suddenly felt a bit warmer.
They rarely dealt with young masters from wealthy families. In their minds, these rich heirs studied from childhood, must be well-read in poetry and books, sharp-minded, or they couldn’t hold onto such vast estates.
But now, seeing Hu Yu before them.
They suddenly felt he wasn’t even as good as them.
Lin Fan remained unperturbed, his smile deepening instead. He said leisurely: “Young Master Hu, are you admitting that you robbed the Wang Family’s wine recipe through intimidation and extortion, falsely accused and framed them, and had their son thrown in jail—all your doing?”
“That’s right, me. What can you do about it?” Hu Yu raised his chin, blurting it out.
“Don’t admit it.”
The Hu Family father and son spoke at the same time, but in the end, Young Master Hu was quicker-tongued, speaking fast without hesitation.
Lin Fan looked at everyone: “You all heard that, right?”
Qian Tao: “I heard it with both ears.”
Wu Yong: “I heard it clear as day with every pore on my body.”
Everyone nodded frantically.
“What are we waiting for?” Lin Fan’s voice was like ice. “Take him!”
Qian Tao and Wu Yong said nothing, pouncing like tigers bursting from their cages. They instantly grabbed Hu Yu’s arms, one each, twisting them back hard. Hu Yu screamed in pain and dropped to his knees.
“Ah! Let go, you dog things! A Meng, A Meng, save me!!”
He howled shrilly, unaware that outside in the courtyard, the toughest guard, Brother Meng, was still vomiting blood and convulsing, unable to move.
“Wait.” Master Hu’s eyes nearly popped out. He stepped forward, his voice trembling with fury. “Are you really going to take this to the extreme, leaving no room at all? Have you considered the consequences?”
Lin Fan laughed: “Master Hu, what do you mean by extreme? As a member of the Public Security Bureau, steeped in the law, seeking justice for the people is my duty. Besides, Master Hu, don’t think this will end so simply. What your son did is no small matter.”
“The law is clear: he committed three crimes. First, robbery, intimidation, and extortion. Second, false accusation. Third, bribery of officials. The constables at the Public Security Bureau who helped him fabricate the false accusation also broke the law.”
“Don’t glare; it’s no use. What you’re doing now is challenging《the law》’s core order. Any one is a capital offense warranting confiscation and exile. Ten plaques couldn’t save your Hu Family.”
At this moment, Lin Fan stood at the high ground of law and morality.
The wharf brothers listened intently.
This was Brother Lin educating them on the law.
For these legal illiterates, it was immensely helpful.
Master Hu’s face turned from green to purple, then to ashen. His chest heaved violently. He’d never met anyone like Lin Fan in his life; now he even wanted to kill him.
“Take him away.”
Lin Fan waved his hand, drew his iron rod, ignored Master Hu, and headed outside.
“Dad! Save me, Dad! They’re really arresting me!!”
Hu Yu wailed like a ghost or wolf.
He hadn’t expected these dog things to be for real, daring to arrest him right in the Hu Residence. The guards outside sweated profusely. When Lin Fan emerged, they thought of Brother Meng’s fate, cowed into submission, and parted to make way.
Outside the Hu Residence.
At the gate, common people who had heard the news and gathered waited eagerly, a dense black crowd buzzing with discussion.
And more were gathering, drawn by the rumors.
“How’s it going? No movement yet?”
“Must’ve settled it, right? What power does the Hu Family have? Could they really turn the sky upside down?”
“Yeah, Old Wang getting his son out would be lucky…”
At that moment, the crowd suddenly fell silent, then erupted in huge gasps and shocked inhales!
“Holy shit!!”
“They’re out! They’re out!”
“That… that’s Young Master Hu?! They really… really took him?!”
All eyes focused on the doorway.
Lin Fan stepped out first, expression stern. Behind him, Wu Yong and Qian Tao flanked the howling Hu Yu like escorts for a major criminal, shoving him out firmly.
No way.
This… this was really the Hu Family young master?
They actually took him down?
In an instant, the whole scene was deathly silent. All the common people stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, hardly believing what they saw.
Lin Fan saw the large crowd of onlookers and didn’t hurry off. Instead, he stood under the tall door lintel, slowly scanning the shocked masses, nodding slightly.
The meaning was clear.
You all saw it, right?
Young Master Hu was taken down.
Said it, done it—no bullshit.
Wu Yong and Qian Tao stood ramrod straight, chests puffed out proudly and smugly. In this moment, they suddenly felt their past twenty years had been wasted.
In the crowd.
“Old Hai, didn’t you say if they really took him down, you’d eat shit? Eat it now? I’ll go get it.”
People nowadays had taken scamming food and drink to new heights.
Seeking monthly votes, seeking recommendation votes. Suggestions welcome; changes possible. As for martial arts practice, no palm, fist, or leg techniques planned—focus on weapons and body refining for all-around improvement, going the human bulldozer route: no finesse, all raw power.
