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Zhang Yiyan thought Duan Peng was interesting, humorous, spontaneous, and straightforward.

It must have taken a lot of time to prepare these materials, with the intention of taking precautions, but there was no intention of giving them to him to take away. He looked as if he was very proud of being able to see them.

This guy is very popular with women, and his pink aura makes him feel dizzy. He smiled faintly, blinked his eyes, and rubbed his eyebrows. Duan Hui tilted his head to look at him, a little worried, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Duan Peng, who was sitting in the boss chair, quietly took out his cell phone. Seeing this guy's anxious face, he really took it seriously. Hahaha! Look, I'll take a picture of you and keep it to tease you later!

"No, it's okay!" You can't say that your dad dazzled your eyes!

"Is it too stuffy here? Let's go for a walk in the small garden!" Duan Hui held his shoulder with one hand and looked down at him. He looked normal, so he felt relieved. He pushed him a little harder and said, "Let's go for a walk!"

He wanted to ask Duan Peng a few more questions, but when he looked up he met Duan Hui's dark eyes. The latter looked at him, and somewhere in his heart it was as if scratched by a cat. He followed his line of sight and saw his own father out of the corner of his eye, and he understood.

"Dad, let's go sit in the garden together!"

"Okay! You two wait for me at the door!"

The two walked out side by side, Duan Hui lowered his head and whispered, "You want that information? I'll give it to you later when he's not paying attention!"

"My dad thought I didn't know the safe was hidden behind the bookcase baffle, and he tried to cover it up every time!"

"You see, as soon as we left, he immediately went to open that broken cabinet!"

And he just now acted like he didn't even know there was a study room at home!

Having already guessed what he was thinking, Duan Hui twisted his mouth and revealed a sly smile, "I was just teasing him on purpose!"

Zhang Yiyan smiled and followed him out. "I've already written down the contents of the information, no need to take it!"

"Are you serious? You remember all that?"

"Just remember what's useful! Once you catch the person, you'll confess!"

He nodded thoughtfully, "Yes!"

As soon as the study door was closed, Duan Peng immediately jumped up from his boss chair, took the documents he had just received to make sure nothing was missing, then walked to the bookcase and squatted down to push the baffle.

At this time, the door slowly opened a crack, Duan Hui showed half of his head, and said with a wicked smile, "Hey! Old man! The crack of your butt is showing!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The first sound was the sound of Duan Hui closing the door! The second sound was the sound of Duan Peng touching his butt and finding that his floral shirt was still tucked into his trousers. After he was sure that he had been tricked, he threw a pillow at him and hit the door!

"You little bastard, you have no respect for your elders!" He scolded with a smile and continued to open the safe!

He stood up, pulled up his trousers, and tucked his floral shirt inside before going out, with a smile on his face the whole time. It had been a long time since the father and son had such a relaxing chat together!

Hey!

good boy!

You will get the hang of it!

Very good, very good, this child is teachable!

From Duan Peng's perspective, Zhang Yiyan was half-held in Duan Hui's arms, holding his hand, and holding his big knife together. In reality, the two were still some distance apart, and it was Duan Hui who held the knife up for Zhang Yiyan to see.

Just now, Zhang Yiyan saw a knife placed at the end of the corridor and walked over.

Seeing that he was interested, Duan Hui took it down and said, "My dad was obsessed with gangster movies for a while. He watched them every day and even changed the clothes of his subordinates into black suits and black trousers."

"My subordinates gave him this samurai sword just to please him!"

"Let me take it. The knife is sharpened!"

As if his eyes were drawn, he tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhang Yiyan, who was concentrating. His fingers were about four or five centimeters away, stroking the scabbard in the air. He couldn't help but curl his lips, "Take a look at the blade?"

Without waiting for Zhang Yiyan's reply, Duan Hui exerted a little force and pulled out half of the knife. "You are looking at it so seriously, what have you figured out?"

Before Zhang Yiyan's fingertips touched the blade, Duan Hui grabbed it and said, "Be careful, this knife is very sharp!"

It was estimated that it took no more than three seconds for their fingers to touch and separate. Zhang Yiyan shook off his hand, held the knife in his right hand, took the sheath in his left hand, and pulled the knife out directly.

Looking at the hand being waved away, Duan Hui pursed his lips, rarely showing any anger, and his eyes continued to follow unconsciously.

Zhang Yiyan walked lightly to the open space next to him, raised his eyes to look at Duan Peng who was secretly taking pictures, and said with a smile, "Uncle Duan, this knife is good!"

"Hey! Not bad, isn't it? Others went to Country R to order it, and found some craftsman who took a month to make it." Duan Peng chuckled, put away his phone, and was a little proud when he mentioned the knife, "But these things are not suitable for you, you are so quiet."

Zhang Yiyan just smiled at his words without refutation. He handed the scabbard to Duan Hui and casually tied a flower around it, which made the two men's eyes light up.

Hold the knife horizontally in front of your eyes and stroke the blade with your fingertips. About three inches away from the tip of the knife, tap the blade with your fingernails, causing a "clang" sound. Immediately, a burst of black gas overflows from the back of the knife and dissipates into the void.

With a slight turn of the wrist, the blade rotates, a cold light flashes, and the blade is sheathed. The movement is light but extremely fast.

Duan Hui looked at the knife, then at Zhang Yiyan, put the knife back on the shelf, and looked at Duan Peng again, telling his father to stop talking nonsense. "Zhang Yiyan, let's go!"

The two were in front. Duan Peng ran over to look at the knife, pulled it out and wanted to put it back in, but it didn't work at all! He turned around and looked at Zhang Yiyan who had already walked away. Hey! He's pretty good! I underestimated him!

"Dad, hurry up!"

"Oh, here it comes, here it comes!" He found the right spot, put the knife back and put it away, and Duan Peng trotted over. When Duan Hui turned around, he immediately waved him over, saying he had something to say!

He crossed his arms, frowned and glared at his own father, "What are you doing! Sneaking around!"

"You little brat, talk properly!" He pretended to reach out to hit her, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it. His expression was spot on. "Let me ask you, is he really the section chief of the Explosives Control Bureau?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

With a puzzled expression on his face, "No, in a place like their workplace, men are allowed to have long hair?"

Duan Hui didn't know, and had never thought about this question. He tilted his head and thought about it carefully, "Maybe it's because he was recruited as a special talent and he's even been on TV!"

"He, a special talent? How can someone who studies folklore be related to this!" Duan Peng didn't believe it and immediately took out his phone to search for his videos. "Zhang, the bow master, right? Which one?"

"The one, two, three, capital one, 言 is, the language one."

"yian, yan, yan"

"The word 'yan' in 'language' doesn't mean 'a romantic encounter', it means 'language'!!"

"Oh, I see! Didn't Dad graduate from junior high school? He can't be compared with you, a college student!"

“…” People will really be speechless when they are speechless!

He pointed his fingers and said, "Look, got it... Hey! It's true! Zhang Yiyan, 20 years old, A City Explosives Control Bureau... So he became the section chief last year. So he is considered young and promising!"

"He has interviews and fans, and he's quite high-profile. How can we catch him if he's so high-profile? The bad guys will run away when they see him!"

Duan Peng shook his head in self-denial, "I guess I can't run away. The bad guys will easily bully him when they see his appearance!"

"Son, hold on tighter, be more attentive, be smarter, if he catches someone, you hold the rope, if he eats, you pass the chopsticks, if you deliver warmth, the male mistress can also get the upper hand."

"Dad has thought of it for you. From now on, it will be like this. He will be the section chief during the day and the boss at night. Give him all those places in the East District!"

Duan Hui rolled his eyes. How could there be a father who would persuade his son to be a mistress? He was convinced!

"Then give him the criminal information you collected about Lu Zhong as a gift!"

Duan Peng glanced at his henchman who was at a distance, and patted Duan Hui's arm, "Hey! Brat, you haven't even started yet, but you're giving away your father's trump card that he has been accumulating for so many years. I tell you, if you give it to him, he'll be finished!"

"You think Lu Zhong has been playing around for so many years? He has learned the ropes of both black and white."

"If it weren't for your grandfather's strong foundation and face, your mother's ability, and your father's keeping a low profile, our family would have been swallowed up by that bastard long ago. Zhang Yiyan is just a small section chief and wants to deal with Lu Zhong, forget it!"

"Dad only wanted to protect him because you like him, so just be happy!"