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But the good thing right now is that Zhang Xu is also unharmed, and a heroic woman has appeared, who can help them out of their current predicament. That’s enough for the time being; as for whose name the credit falls under, it’s no longer important. They, as police officers, have seen enough of right and wrong throughout the years to understand this much.

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They feel if they can succeed, it’s fine for others to take the glory. If they can avoid being scolded and fined, that’s already quite good. Practically praying for peace, they are all mentally prepared and cooperating in the background, unsure of the next steps, but without objection to Lin Qi’s suggestions, knowing cooperation is key.

When it’s time for Lao Er to be of no use, they’ll discreetly help in apprehending him; this way, the police won’t lose face or be accused of sheltering anyone, and they can calmly move on to the next case. They just hope there won’t be any more situations involving nobility.

Situations like this are truly tricky to handle, where they can’t afford to offend anyone or harm their sons; if hurt, they might even face some punishment.

"Alright, I’ll press down on Zhang Xu and take him over. I’m stronger, so if he tries to run, I can subdue him more quickly. What do you guys think? If that’s okay, let’s just push him over,"

Lao Si made this suggestion, and naturally, no one objected—except Lao Liu, who was a bit unhappy. After all, it was he who had chosen the captive, so why couldn’t he be the one to press him down?

As he was about to voice his grievance, he thought better of it, knowing it wasn’t the time for petty squabbles that could divide them. So, he stifled his words and acknowledged his own capabilities.

Forget it, let Lao Si do the grunt work. After all, everyone knew who deserved the credit. It was he who had the keen eye to grab the most privileged captive, unlike Lao Si who brought in an undercover agent—clearly, his judgment was flawed.

With that thought, he let out a disdainful snort and turned away. Lao Si currently had no intention of arguing with Lao Liu, finding him as petty as a little brat—a waste of time.

Lao Si currently had no intention of arguing with Lao Liu, finding him as petty as a little brat—a waste of time.