"Uncle Pan, I'm one of our militia guys, you can't just ignore me!" Yan Fei said, with a face full of grievances. He had found Old Pan from the Armed Department and began to complain. "They've actually got the nerve to trick me and steal my bezoar. If you don't help me, I would be left with no way to seek justice!"
Old Pan, grinning like a sly fox, replied: "Your uncle surely didn't send you here, did he? We've already cleared things up. I even called it in. You're not only a member of the militia but also an honored contributor to our organization. How could I not help you? Once I knew about this issue, I've reported it. The county has already said, it certainly won't allow mistreatment for someone like you. Just relax!"