Chapter 67: Chapter 67: It’s Not Easy to Get Justice

    Ma Qiang and Fang Ming had just stepped out of the medical office when they were stopped by Ma Zhuzi.

    “Police officers, please wait a moment.” He caught up to them, fumbling in his coat pocket and pulled out two slender city cigarettes, stuffing them into their hands.

    Fang Ming replied coldly, “I don’t smoke.” and returned the cigarettes to him.

    Ma Qiang, on the other hand, took one but simply rolled it between his fingers, eyeing Ma Zhuzi with a meaningful look.

    “What do you want with us?”

    Ma Zhuzi seemed to recognize Ma Qiang, smiling all over his face, “I didn’t realize until I got closer, you’re Ma Liu’s son, aren’t you?”

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    In Jinshan Village, most of those surnamed Ma knew each other, and their relationships could be traced back several generations.

    Hearing Ma Zhuzi’s words, Ma Qiang said with a half-smile, “Yeah, should I be calling you ‘Uncle’ according to our seniority?”

    Ma Zhuzi grinned, looking honest, “You’re working for the government; I couldn’t possibly accept you addressing me like that. I just wanted to ask how Xiaofang is doing?”

    Jinshan Village was expansive, and in their line of duty, they would often rely on the bicycles uniformly provided by the government.

    With a push on the pedals, the two officers quickly vanished from Ma Zhuzi’s view.

    He stood up straight and looked in the direction the police had left, with a faint smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.

    After riding a great distance, Fang Ming couldn’t help but comment, “This man seems honest enough on the surface, but I didn’t expect him to be so articulate.”

    Actually, before questioning Yue Xiaofang, they had learned about the situation from Ma Shulin and some other villagers of Jinshan Village.

    They were well aware of how Ma Jinbao’s family had mistreated Yue Xiaofang.

    From their experience in handling cases, discerning right from wrong wasn’t difficult; just by asking several villagers and observing the behavior of those involved, they could make a quick judgement.

    Ma Qiang’s demeanor changed from relaxed to serious as he looked into the distance.

    “I have a premonition that Ma Zhuzi’s family might be even smarter than we think. It won’t be so easy for Yue Xiaofang to get justice.”

    Their voices were lost in the wind as the wheels continued to roll on the ground, dissipating into a sigh behind them.

    Cases like this were not unique. In these times, it was all too difficult for girls to be born safely.

    What was even more unfathomable was that those who often snatched away their lives were family members tied by the same blood.