Seeing the three characters for Song Baijia, the chief suddenly remembered something, and his heart skipped a beat as he silently cursed, "Oh shit!"

Yesterday, during the day, the son of the city's Public Security Bureau chief, Yu Xiangchen, had personally called him, politely addressing him as "uncle," which made him feel incredibly flattered.

And what Master Yu told him was to instruct his subordinates that if someone named Song Baijia came over for residency registration procedures, everything should be made as simple as possible, with all green lights given.

Because this name was very unique, and it was a direct order from the son of the Public Security Bureau chief, the chief had memorized the name firmly after hearing it once and had immediately briefed the officers in the registration department.

The chief's instructions were: "If this Song Baijia comes by, make sure to treat him with the utmost respect. You don't have to serve him like an ancestor by pouring tea, but at least don't let him face any discomfort."

Logically, since the chief had given the order, nothing should have gone wrong. Yet, today, an unexpected incident did occur: the policeman in the registration department had a family emergency — his grandfather was in a serious car accident.

The officer had to rush to the hospital in a hurry, leaving the daily work of the registration department to be handled by Bian Ziqun, who was quite familiar with the procedures.

With his family in crisis, the officer's mind was a mess, and he completely forgot about Song Baijia's matter, failing to inform Bian Ziqun.

The chief wasn't at the police station at the time, so Bian Ziqun had no idea of this situation. Wearing his police uniform, he was used to being domineering. Seeing Song Baijia looking naive and rustic with lots of questions, he certainly wouldn't give Song Baijia a pleasant experience.

The chief's gaze wandered, quickly piecing together the situation. He couldn't help but inwardly bemoan his fate. He was already a bit intimidated by Chu Ge, and now he was even less sure who this lunatic daring enough to attack a policeman in the station really was.

"Comrade, there seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding," the chief softened his tone, forcing a smile at Chu Ge. "By the way, I still don't know what to call you."

"Misunderstanding? It's not wrong to say you're joking." Chu Ge rolled his eyes, then suddenly sneered, "Who I am and how to handle this matter today seems to be irrelevant, don't you think?"

Damn, how is it irrelevant? Obviously, it's very relevant, isn't it?

The chief cursed fiercely in his heart, yet he couldn't refute Chu Ge's words at all. Even though he knew Chu Ge was deliberately making things difficult for him, he couldn't lay his true thoughts bare. Even if unwritten rules were an open secret, there were too many people here to discuss them openly.

"If you're impressive, I'll handle it harshly. If you're not so impressive, it's almost done. If you're nothing, then wait for a beating, dammit. Aren't you pretending to be ignorant? Why the pretense? Is this not enough?"

Thinking this, the chief's expression fluctuated even more, but with Chu Ge not letting go, he was truly at a loss as to what to do.

Compared to the police station chief, Chu Ge's expression at the moment was much more relaxed, an undisguised scorn and mockery at the corners of his mouth. He even lazily glanced at Bian Ziqun, who was still controlled by him, pressing the cigarettes into his mouth.

Chu Ge's earlier action of stuffing cigarettes was very rough, breaking several cigarettes directly in Bian Ziqun's mouth. The tobacco strands, soaked in his saliva, filled his mouth with a bitter and astringent taste.

He wanted to spit the cigarettes out, but unfortunately, his face was pinched by Chu Ge's fingers, and the cigarette butts were blocked by Chu Ge's hand, making it impossible for him to do so. All he could do was make indistinct noises from his throat and retch repeatedly.

Chu Ge glanced at Bian Ziqun for a few seconds, then patted him on the face with the other hand. The force was not strong, not quite a slap, but still, the action was highly insulting.

"Don't rush, take your time eating. I'm soft-hearted, if you really can't eat the filters, I can let you spit them out. Hmm, with only about thirty left, it's almost done."

Hearing Chu Ge's cheerful voice, Bian Ziqun felt a tingling on his scalp, his pupils contracting fiercely, and the ferocity and malice in his eyes turned into fear, leaving not a trace of arrogance.

At this moment, he truly regretted to the core. If he had known he would suffer like this, why didn't he just stop when Chu Ge handed him two packs of Lijun cigarettes earlier?

However, he never thought that Chu Ge would resort to such a crazy act. Considering that Chu Ge could afford such an expensive diamond ring, spending this small amount of money seemed insignificant. Was there any need to be so serious about such a small matter?

Unfortunately, since things had developed to this point, regret was useless.

Chu Ge's behavior at this moment was undoubtedly an extremely serious provocation to the surrounding police officers, especially the police station chief. After about seven or eight seconds in this tense atmosphere, the chief's face turned truly grim.

"Comrade, I've said it's all just a misunderstanding. Aren't you going a bit too far? Do you know where you are?"

The chief squinted his eyes, furrowing his brow, his tone becoming very low, full of threat and warning.

He really couldn't believe it. Even if this kid in front of him who refused to give his name is tough, did he really have no scruples after hitting a police officer in the station?

As soon as the chief finished speaking, Chu Ge first looked at him like he was an idiot, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Ha! Haha! Hahaha! Going around and around, and we're back to this question? You've lived all these years for nothing!"

The chief's face grew increasingly somber, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

Chu Ge laughed for a bit, then released his right hand which was gripping Bian Ziqun's face.

Bian Ziqun coughed violently as he spat out the cigarette from his mouth, continuing to spit out bits of it while gasping for air.

The chief and the other policemen all breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that although this kid talked tough, he finally began to consider the consequences. Even if stopping now couldn't be called moderation, at least he didn't continue his mad behavior.

However, before they could fully exhale, Chu Ge had already taken out a whole pack of Dali cigarettes and rudely stuffed them all into Bian Ziqun's mouth, who was still gasping.

"You'd better not let even one fall out."

Chu Ge glanced at Bian Ziqun and said lightly, then picked up his phone again. He had intended to make a fuss of this, and since the other party hadn't even apologized, he didn't mind blowing things up even more.

This time, the chief didn't speak. He wanted to see who this kid could call, thinking that after assaulting a police officer in the station, could he still have a case?

Even so, looking at Chu Ge's slightly upturned lips, the chief couldn't help but feel uneasy inside.

"Chu Ge, okay, okay, let's go…"

Just as Chu Ge was about to dial a number, the seemingly forgotten Song Baijia stammered, walked over to Chu Ge nervously with his head down, and grabbed the hand Chu Ge was about to dial with.

For Song Baijia, things had escalated to a point where his heart could no longer take it. Seeing Chu Ge about to make matters worse, despite his own anxiety, he felt he couldn't just stand by any longer and let Chu Ge go unchecked.

Truth be told, Song Baijia wasn't foolish at all. After observing for so long, not only did he believe what Chu Ge said about Bian Ziqun being a greedy parasite, but he also concluded that Chu Ge might be even more fearless than he thought.

By calling out Chu Ge's name, he was doing it intentionally, not just to save himself and Chu Ge, but rather to save the policemen as well. He thought that since the people around him had heard of Chu Ge's notorious reputation, these grassroots policemen, with their well-informed networks, wouldn't be an exception.

Song Baijia guessed right, absolutely right.

As soon as he called out Chu Ge's name, every policeman in the room instinctively shuddered, especially the chief, whose forehead immediately broke into a cold sweat. Inside, he cursed viciously to himself, wishing to slap himself a few times, as any doubt about Chu Ge's influence vanished.

Although it was hard not to be skeptical about what he had heard, there was no smoke without fire. People wouldn't spread such rumors for nothing, and if they were, why would no one brag about him?

As for Bian Ziqun, he turned pale and almost fainted. He initially wanted to spit out the cigarettes but hurriedly shoved them all back into his mouth, fearing any would fall out, as his eyes showed growing terror.

"M-Mr. Chu, this- this is a misunderstanding, I-I'm sorry, really sorry. We'll sort out Song Baijia's household registration immediately! I-I will certainly deal with Bian Ziqun severely!"

Chu Ge glanced blankly at the stammering chief, saying lightly, "Realized your mistake?"

The chief nodded vigorously like pounding garlic.

Chu Ge then looked at Bian Ziqun, whose mouth was stuffed with cigarettes, "And you? Realized your mistake?"

Bian Ziqun stared wide-eyed in terror, holding his mouth with his hands, nodding faster and more frantically than the chief.

Chu Ge grinned, "Sorry, it's too late."

Then, Chu Ge dialed the number, and the screen suddenly displayed four large characters, "Tiger Girl Police Flower."

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