The Formidable Son-in-law

Seeing that those gangsters were all caught in the car, Qin Chuan immediately walked in front of Zhang Jianjun, who was covered in blood.    

"I'm fine. This small injury is like a mosquito bite to me."    

Zhang Jianjun frowned slightly. Although he said so, the corners of his mouth that were grinning from time to time still exposed his current condition.    

"I brought the medical staff here. Do you want to take a look at your friend?"    

Cheng Donglin walked over. His pair of tiger eyes kept looking at Zhang Jianjun's face. He felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but he could not remember who it was.    

"No need, you guys can leave." Zhang Jianjun shook his head firmly. He was a gangster before he opened the barbecue stall. He was very disgusted with people like the police.    

"That's good. Director Cheng, thank you for what you did today."    

Qin Chuan thought for a while and understood what Zhang Jianjun meant. However, Qin Chuan did not have anything to worry about. He could even heal that small injury of his.    

"What are you talking about, Mr. Qin? Who's with you?"    

Cheng Donglin smiled and patted Qin Chuan's shoulder, then asked casually as if he didn't care. "By the way, what's your friend's name?"    

"His name is Zhang Jianjun." Qin Chuan did not think much about it and directly replied.    

"What? Zhang Jianjun?"    

Cheng Donglin's tone suddenly increased by a few degrees. He took out the pistol from his waist and loaded it with a crack. He pointed it at Zhang Jianjun from a distance.    

"Director Cheng, what are you doing?"    

Qin Chuan asked, confused. He had greeted Director Cheng with a smile a second ago, but why did he show his gun the next second?    

"Zhang Jianjun! Do you still know me?" Cheng Donglin was obviously not right. His tone revealed a trace of uncontrollable anger.    

"You are..."    

Zhang Jianjun was shocked. He took a few steps forward until his chest was blocked by the spear. He stopped and looked at Cheng Donglin.    

"You are... the police!" Zhang Jianjun's tone changed. He pointed at Cheng Donglin and said in a deep voice.    

"The two of them knew each other before?"    

Qin Chuan noticed the unusual behavior in their conversation. He could not help but feel puzzled. He did not interrupt them and continued to look at the two of them.    

"That's right. I am the police from ten years ago." A meaningful smile appeared on Cheng Donglin's face. It was as if he had found his enemy, but also as if he had met a friend he had not seen for many years.    

"You sure are lucky. I didn't kill you with my spear back then!"    

Zhang Jianjun's eyes showed slight shock. Hearing his words, the other special police who were ready to end the fight immediately rushed forward and surrounded Zhang Jianjun.    

"Director Cheng, no matter what grudges you two had before, he is now my friend."    

Qin Chuan was worried that these special police would do something bad to Zhang Jianjun, so he quickly went up and separated the two of them.    

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin. Those are all trivial matters. I, Cheng Donglin, am not a petty person."    

Cheng Donglin sighed. His gaze actually became a little complicated.    

This Zhang Jianjun was once a hooligan, and Cheng Donglin was a grassroots police officer. The two of them had a confrontation ten years ago. The bullet that the leader, Cheng Donglin, had suffered for ten years, was made by Zhang Jianjun.    

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I thought you would have left Dongjiang City long ago and escaped."    

Cheng Donglin said with a sigh. As if he had thought of something, a drop of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.    

"Who would have thought that the policeman who risked his life back then would become the chief today?" Zhang Jianjun also sighed.    

"Director Cheng, what are you..." Qin Chuan pointed at the two of them with some hesitation. Looking at their expressions, Qin Chuan naturally did not understand.    

"Hey, Mr. Qin, do you remember the bullet you took out for me?" Cheng Donglin pointed at Zhang Jianjun and smiled bitterly.    

"It was you, my friend."    

"What?!" Qin Chuan was slightly surprised. This was too much of a coincidence.    

"It's nothing. It's all in the past. His past crimes have been long gone. He is innocent now. As long as he does not commit crimes in the future, I will not find trouble with him."    

Cheng Donglin waved his hand and said to the police beside him. "Withdraw the team!"    

A row of police cars left and took Hee Beiqiang and the others away. At this time, Zhang Jianjun finally could not hold on anymore and fell to the ground with a thud. The wounds all over his body were still bleeding.    

"Second Uncle."    

Xiao Guang stumbled and got up. This kid had just been kicked by Hee Beiqiang twice. Except for coughing up some blood, he was fine.    

"Help him into the tent. I'll perform the surgery for him." Qin Chuan went forward and touched his neck. It was alright. Although it was weak, at least there was still some.    

"Qin, Qin Chuan, can you..."    

Lu Xueqing was still a little suspicious, but Qin Chuan had changed too much during this period of time, so Lu Xueqing had no idea what else Qin Chuan could do.    

"Of course. Quickly carry him in. It will be troublesome when his blood runs dry." Qin Chuan said with an unquestionable tone.    

"Alright." Lu Xueqing nodded hesitantly. The few of them immediately helped Zhang Jianjun to the tent.