After suppressing Ma Huaiming, Cai Weimin did not get carried away, he knew very well the virtue of these gentlemen, if they didn't solve the problem fundamentally, they would continue to give you demon mosquitoes, which made you annoying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but the top priority now is to give Zhao Tianyu a gift.

Zhao Tianyu politely refused Cai Weimin's intention to send him home, walked out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, and within a few steps, he saw a man and two women coming up, but it was Wang Xiaoqiang, Shi Lingzhi, and Zhou Yulan.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Tianyu said with a smile when he saw the three of them, although he was not surprised to see the three of them here, but he was still very happy to see the three of them.

Shi Lingzhi hurriedly said, "Tianyu, a few of us are worried about you, so we came over." They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Zhao Tianyu said: "It's okay, let's go back"

Let's not mention the departure of Zhao Tianyu and the four of them for the time being, after Cai Weimin returned to the police station, Ma Huaiming was still there scolding, looking at Cai Weimin's eyes full of hatred. Thinking that he Ma Huaiming is also the number one person in Busan City, he didn't expect that today not only suffered a big loss in the hands of a clay leg, but Cai Weimin, who used to be respectful to him, actually dared to stare at him. This makes the self-righteous Ma Huaiming how to stand this grievance.

Cai Weimin couldn't help but feel a little headache, sometimes it is not easy to think about being a police officer, not only to face all kinds of criminals, but also to deal with all kinds of complex interpersonal relationships. Just like today's matter, it was none of his business, but because both sides had a great background, and one of them offended people if it was not good. But fortunately, this Ma Huaiming himself is a person who has no learning and no skills, so he doesn't have to be too afraid of him. I think Deacon Ma is also a sensible person who comes to the Busan Martial Arts Center, so he shouldn't embarrass himself for such a trivial matter, but some things should be clarified as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Cai Weimin called his uncle Ma Fangli in front of Ma Huaiming: "Deacon Ma, hello! I'm Cai Weimin from the Xicheng District Public Security Bureau, I want to tell you something." Here's the thing......"

Cai Weimin briefly explained the incident to Ma Fangli, and tried his best to be impartial. Ma Fangli on the other end of the phone listened to it and hesitated for a moment and said, "You did a good job, give the phone to my nephew who is not a good person, and let him answer it." ”

Ma Huaiming took the phone in Cai Weimin's hand with some trepidation, when Cai Weimin had just called his uncle. Ma Huaiming's heart began to be nervous, he was not afraid of anyone at home, but he was respectful and afraid of this uncle, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Uncle, you want to help me make the decision....." Ma Huaiming was a little clever, and decided to sue a wicked person first, and as soon as he got the phone, he began to shout grievances. He knows his uncle very well, he is not a magnanimous person, and if he says that it is good, it is a little short-sighted, and if it is bad, he will repay it. Knowing that his nephew was being bullied, he would never give up.

But things were unexpected by Ma Huaiming, and his uncle's first sentence was to scold: "Little rabbit, isn't it enough to be embarrassed outside, I'll get back immediately." ”

Ma Huaiming didn't dare to resist, returned the phone to Cai Weimin, and walked away.

Although the Ma family is not a famous family, it has a Ma Fangli, and it is also a well-known family in Busan. In the Ma family's old mansion, Ma Fangli had just fallen and shattered one of his beloved vases in a fit of anger. He was angry that his nephew Ma Huaiming didn't fight for him, and he was angry that Zhao Tianyu, who had just come to the Busan City Martial Arts Hall, didn't give him face at all, and beat his nephew when he said he would.

"We're not done with this" The relationship between Ma Fangli and Zhao Tianyu can be described as a new hatred and an old hatred, the last time in front of Yan Weiming and them in the martial arts hall, they didn't save face for him at all, and this time it was like this again. However, Ma Fangli is not a young man with strong blood after all, he does things without looking ahead, even if he has to settle accounts with Zhao Tianyu, he has to secretly think about it. As the deacon of the Busan City Martial Arts Hall, there is still such a little city government.

"Uncle" Ma Huaiming pushed open Ma Fangli's door, walked in nervously, and saw Ma Fangli pacing back and forth in the middle of the ground, and shouted cautiously.

"You can't make a thing" Seeing Ma Huaiming, Ma Fangli was angry, and when he picked up something next to him, he was about to throw it at Ma Huaiming. But the hand was halfway out, and then it retracted.

"You kneel down for me, I told you a long time ago, don't make trouble outside, you just don't listen, you finally hit the iron plate, you said you let me explain to your dead mother. Ma Fangli hated this nephew he valued the most, and only he knew the internal reason. On the surface, Ma Huaiming is his nephew, but in fact, he was born of an affair with his dead sister-in-law. The feelings for him are naturally different from those of other nephews, and even because of guilt, they treat him better than their other biological sons, but they also have higher requirements for him. It's a pity that Ma Huaiming has been spoiled by his mother since he was a child, coupled with the unexpected death of his mother, and he is busy with official business, so he naturally neglected to discipline him, developed his lawlessness, and fooled around all day long.

Hearing Ma Fangli carry out his dead mother, Ma Huaiming "plopped" and knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Uncle, I lost my mother since I was a child, you raised me, I treat you as if you were my own father, you must call the shots for me, that Zhao Tianyu beat me so badly." ”

Ma Fangli saw Ma Huaiming crying bitterly, coupled with the miserable appearance of several missing teeth in his mouth, his heart suddenly softened, and he said distressedly: "That's it, you get up." ”

Ma Huaiming stood up and stood obediently to the side. I only heard Ma Fangli say: "From tomorrow onwards, you will give me a good time to go to work, and I will come back on time after work, and I am not allowed to go out and fool around again." If let me know you're messing around outside again, be careful to break your legs. ”

"Then, what about that Zhao Tianyu, will you just let him go?" Ma Huaiming immediately shouted unwillingly when he heard it.

"Hmph, that Zhao Tianyu and I will naturally find a way to deal with him, you are not allowed to provoke him again. Ma Fangli said coldly.

"Why, isn't it just a mud leg, it's not as easy for you to deal with him as it is to pinch an ant to death," Ma Huaiming exclaimed.

"What do you know? I usually tell you to practice more, but you never listen. Do you know that this mud leg in your mouth is already a martial artist, do you know?" Listening to Ma Huaiming's words, Ma Fangli's anger came up again, and he said angrily.

"Wu... How is it possible? With him being a guy from a civilian background, it is absolutely impossible," Ma Huaiming exclaimed, and to his ears, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old civilian child was a martial artist, which was simply the biggest joke of the century.

"How is it impossible, do you think that everyone is like you who don't learn and have no skills? I usually tell you to practice hard and practice well, and I always treat you as the wind in my ears, I really don't know when you will be able to fight for me" Ma Fangli said this, and he was angry again.

For Zhao Tianyu, Ma Fangli's mood is more complicated. He hated Zhao Tianyu for not giving him face, and he secretly admired it deep in his heart. A young man from a civilian background can grow step by step into the youngest civilian martial artist in the Busan Martial Arts Hall with his own efforts, and Ma Fangli knows the hardships and sweat of it.

But compared to his nephew, he obviously has such good conditions for him, but he never knows how to cherish it. They were already twenty-five or sixteen years old, and they were just high-level martial artists. People are afraid of comparison, and such a comparison immediately shows Ma Huaiming's incompetence. For a moment, Ma Fangli felt a little disheartened, and waved Ma Huaiming out of the room.