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Lu Feng did not expect to meet Shen Zechen after six years in this kind of situation.

And it was in such an awkward situation.

Lu Feng lightly scratched the tip of his nose and raised his head to look at the tall and handsome man in the uniform of a police officer. He held his breath for a long time before finally uttering the words, "Long time no see …

He paused for a moment, and then lightly spoke the three words that he had not touched on for a long time, "Shen Zechen."

Chapter I Reunion

The winter in A city this year was especially cold.

A cold wind was blowing and it was snowing heavily outside.

On a snowy day, a man in a police uniform quickened his pace. Then, he pushed open the glass door of the police station with large strides and quickly walked inside. At this moment, his shoulder was already covered in a thick layer of frost.

Most likely because the police station was quite warm inside, most of the snow and frost on the man's shoulders melted. The man lowered his head to pat the snow and water on his body.

"Brother Zechen, you're back? It's snowing heavily outside, isn't it? Get a towel and clean it up. The weather forecast says it's going to snow for a while. "

A young and delicate policeman rushed over with a towel and passed it to the man.

"Mm, thank you."

The man called Brother Zechen extended a slender white hand and received the clean towel, then raised his head. It was a well-mannered face without a single blemish, and there was a thin layer of frost on his long eyelashes. His thin lips were slightly pale, and his eyes looked extremely pale, so it looked somewhat gentle.

"Mister, please cooperate well and make your statement!"

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded from behind him, "Also, smoke is prohibited in the police station."

"What happened?"

Shen Zechen wiped off the snow water on his body and turned around, only to see that Xu Jia, who was currently dressed in police uniform, obviously looked bad. In the end, Shen Zechen's gaze landed on a man wearing a thin jacket, who was sitting opposite to Xu Jia. The man was wearing a thin jacket, and one of his sleeves was torn, revealing the green dragon tattoo on his arm.

"Brother Jia caught it."

The young police officer, Xiao Yu, looked in the direction of Shen Zechen's gaze and said.

"Is that so?"

Shen Zechen placed the towel he used back then walked towards Xu Jia. That man had his head lowered and had his legs crossed, Shen Zechen glanced at him and then stood in front of Xu Jia.

"What's going on?"

Shen Zechen's voice was not loud, only Xu Jia could hear him.

"Lurker."

Xu Jia glanced at the seated man, and said indifferently: "Fight over the territory, fight with him, in the end, all of us ran, and caught a few people."

"What's the rest?"

Shen Zechen frowned slightly, his gaze never leaving the seated man. The man had never raised his head, the smoke between his fingers slowly curled in the air.

"They're all in the hospital. He's already on the ground by himself. When we arrived, he was fighting excitedly, otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to catch him."

Xu Jia couldn't help but feel goosebumps when he thought about how merciless that man was when they rushed over. In the end, he sighed, "Furthermore, he won't get ahead of himself, he's unwilling to cooperate with me in making his statement no matter what. I just have a feeling that I'm going to have to work overtime tonight."

Hearing that, Shen Zechen raised his eyes, looked at Xu Jia and said: "Leave it to me, you've been busy all day and are tired."

"Then I'll have to trouble you. Although you are much busier than I am today."

Xu Jia felt a sense of relief. He took a deep breath, stood up and stretched, "I really can't do anything to this kind of hoodlum!"

Shen Zechen did not say anything, he picked up the notebook with the diary, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite of the man, opening the book, he asked routinely, "Name."

The man scratched the back of his neck. Shen Zechen's words seemed to have ignited him and suddenly exploded, he then fiercely raised his head and fiercely kicked the table in front of him and impatiently said, "I've already said it eight hundred times, I don't have the time to fight with those bastards for some bullsh * t territory! All of you police officers … "

The table was kicked over, causing the pen in Shen Zechen's hand to change position, and it left a mark on the book. When he heard the familiar voice, he immediately raised his head, just in time to meet the gaze of the man in front who was about to explode. Shen Zechen was startled, and even his breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

Not only Shen Zechen, when the man saw Shen Zechen who was sitting in front of him right now, he was also stunned. The dirty words that just reached his mouth also choked his throat like hot taro.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]