MWC – Chapter 202 The Homeroom Teacher’s First Appearance

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The area surrounding the New Era Mall naturally formed a commercial district, with all kinds of shops densely packed.

To the north behind the mall was a residential community called Fengshunli. Committee Member Lu Qianxing’s office was located there, right next to the community canteen.

The land used for the community canteen had previously been a persistent garbage dump problem. After clearing it, a very decent canteen had been built—almost like a small garden.

The office rented by the councilman was in one of the auxiliary buildings of the canteen, only about twenty to thirty square meters. It was originally planned to be used by the canteen as a convenience store for residents. Now, however, the sign had been changed to read: “Community Councilor Service Station.”

Outside this little service station stood a Charity Cabinet, filled with donated clothes—all washed clean. Anyone in need could freely take what they wanted.

Additionally, during lunch and dinner hours, the cabinet would be stocked with thirty boxed meals, provided to underprivileged residents across the three communities of the third district. If someone had mobility issues, volunteers would personally deliver the meals to their door.

The boxed meals were ordered from the canteen, with the expenses paid out of the councilor donation account.

At this moment, Lu Ming was inside the service station, sitting at a simple desk in the innermost part of the room, flipping through a newspaper.

Two female civil officers in blue skirts, who were on duty rotation, sat behind the front desk looking busy. But in truth, no citizens had come in to seek assistance, report issues, or offer feedback, so there wasn’t much for them to do.

Lu Ming had just met with Liu Teng and returned here, deciding that from now on, he would stick it out until 5 p.m. and at least put in half a day’s work as a proper councilor—even if all he did was sit in the office killing time.

Recently, Yang Guiren’s wife had been frequently meeting with a businessman named Zhang Dafeng. Moreover, twenty days ago, Zhang had transferred 2,000 yuan to her account.

Zhang Dafeng had some minor fame in the Beiguan business community, but rarely interacted with its members. Still, he always managed to land decent municipal projects. Many suspected he was a frontman for the Bucklow family.

Liu Teng’s investigation and surveillance of Yang Guiren’s family had been ongoing for over three months, with no breakthroughs—until now. The wife’s sudden suspicious actions, especially taking money from someone she supposedly had no prior connection with, was seen by Liu as a sign of progress. He immediately rushed to report it to Lu Ming.

The team actually in charge of investigating Yang Guiren’s family was from Fumos. However, they hadn’t reported this immediately to Lu Ming, as they didn’t view it as a concrete lead—just a reason to tighten surveillance and examine past links between Zhang Dafeng and Yang Guiren.

Lu Ming continued flipping through the newspaper, pondering the case.

Bucklow was ruthlessly cunning. To take him down, the man had even been willing to participate in the assassination of a border councilor. He had even driven a former community councilor to suicide, just to create an opportunity for another assassination attempt.

He was the very definition of a predator who struck with thunderous force once provoked.

So far, Bucklow was the most dangerous opponent Lu Ming had ever faced.

If there was even a slim chance to bring him down, Lu Ming wouldn’t hesitate for even a second.

He knew Bucklow surely thought the same about him.

He hoped this case might bring a pleasant surprise.

Just then, the phone on the civil officer’s desk rang.

“Boss, there’s a Miss Mary on the line. She’s asking if you’re available to handle something related to the military academy—she says something happened to your class…” the civil officer said cautiously, covering the receiver.

Lu Ming walked over and took the call. After listening to Mary, his brow furrowed.

“Alright, keep an eye on things here. I’ve got to go,” Lu Ming said with a shake of his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay in the office—it was simply beyond his control.

Outside the East District Police Station, Lu Ming had just stepped out of the car when Mary hurried up to him. Immediately, seven or eight girls in red skirts and berets swarmed around him, all chattering, “Teacher, teacher,” begging him to help their group leader, their eyes full of concern and hope.

Mary had explained over the phone: Group Three of the Red Army Class had been shopping at the East District Mall when their group leader, a girl named Cynthia, had injured someone in a scuffle and was now being questioned at the station.

The key point? The whole group had skipped class to go out. Since they all had a good relationship with Mary, their acting homeroom teacher, they called her immediately when something happened.

Mary had indeed covered for them and didn’t report the matter to the academy—instead, she called Lu Ming.

Staring at her, Lu Ming frowned, “This is how you manage them? They cause trouble outside, and half the blame falls on you!”

Although the entire Redwing Eagle Guard was essentially set up as a gilded path for Miss Isabel, and no one expected them to be too disciplined, this was still a military academy. An entire group skipping class while Mary turned a blind eye was seriously out of line.

The Redwing Eagle Guard comprised over a hundred female soldiers, organized into the Red Army Class, divided into ten groups. Each group had a group leader.

Isabel was the class leader, with a deputy and several class officers. Han Anni, a former prosecutor, served as disciplinary officer.

For a whole group to skip class, Han Anni also bore some responsibility.

Mary remained silent under Lu Ming’s scolding, looking sheepish.

The other girls fell quiet too. Today was their first time meeting their elusive homeroom teacher—they’d heard of him before: young, handsome, and a famous lawyer. He held a reserve colonel rank as a military academy advisor. Mary always praised him to the skies.

But clearly, he wasn’t as easygoing as Mary. He was quite strict.

The girls no longer dared chirp away.

Lu Ming showed his Special Consultant ID from the Grand Prosecutor’s Office—more useful here than his reserve officer card—and entered the station without obstruction.

Soon, in the interrogation room, he saw Cynthia.

She was a burly young woman whose uniform skirt was nearly bursting at the seams. She looked like a future Fumos.

“She’s a military officer—Second Lieutenant Cynthia—so if there’s any misconduct, we’ll handle it through an internal hearing!” Lu Ming stated.

The two officers interrogating Cynthia already looked conflicted. They knew she was from the new military academy, but no one from the academy had contacted them, so they were following standard procedures.

Now that Special Agent Lu had arrived, things were easier.

Most of the East Sea police force had at least heard of Lu Ming by now.

“Alright, Special Agent Lu, you may take her,” the elderly deputy chief said with relief. “Come, I’ll take you to sign the release papers.”

Just then, the interrogation room door was gently knocked.

A police officer entered and whispered something in the deputy chief’s ear.

The old man froze, then looked at Lu Ming with a wry smile. “Seems we have a real problem. Just got word from the hospital—the victim… didn’t make it. Come with me, Agent Lu, we’ll get the paperwork…”

Even though someone had died, the case would naturally fall under military tribunal jurisdiction.

Cynthia, who had looked defiant moments ago, instantly stiffened. Her face turned pale.

Lu Ming frowned. This really was a problem now.

Mary had roughly said that some punk had tried to harass the group of girls, and Cynthia had pinned him down and beaten him badly—knocking out a few of his teeth. But no one had expected the injuries to be fatal.