Lu Jiaxin was woken up by the noisy commotion outside; she yawned and straightened her clothes before walking out, only to see a middle-aged man grappling with Captain Sun's collar.
But Captain Sun was not one to indulge the other man; with a shoulder throw, he pinned the man to the ground, then dusted off his hands, "I advise you to behave yourself, or I'll arrest you too."
Lu Jiaxin thought to herself, it was lucky this wasn't forty years later, otherwise an instance of violent law enforcement like that would have landed Captain Sun in trouble. Indeed, there were some benefits to the era of less developed information.
Yang Jun called out defiantly, "What benefits have you received from the Lu Family to forcibly extract a confession? Sun Ziqiang, I'm going to report you."
Captain Sun said sternly, "We handle cases impartially and didn't lay a finger on your mother. She confessed because her conscience is not clear."
