"Congratulations, you're no longer a baby."

Lawrence, with his arm around Phoebe's waist and a gift in hand, raised an eyebrow at Dean, who was receiving guests, and teased, "Dean, you're finally living on your own. This is a sign of your maturity."

Dean rolled his eyes and hit back at Lawrence's teasing, "Yeah, it does feel pretty good, but you seem a bit out of sorts, Lawrence. Your legs are even wobbling."

Lawrence's complexion had visibly paled since returning a few days ago. In contrast, Phoebe's cheeks were rosy, looking radiant like a blossoming rose.

Defeated, Lawrence covered his face and fled.

Dean grinned and teased Phoebe, "Phoebe, there are only dead cows, not overworked fields. You should let him rest a bit. Pursue sustainable development."

"Nerve!"

Phoebe, dropping the housewarming gift she brought, went inside.

Inside the house, Old Hunter, Robert, Daisy, Harry, and others had already arrived with their family members or partners.

This time it wasn't just Dean moving to a new home and celebrating it, but also setting the tone for the later team reorganization of the Fourth Squad.

Dean had wanted to invite Monet and his family over too.

But Monet had just transferred to the Internal Affairs Department and was too busy with his social obligations, so after delivering his gift, he hurried off to his next engagement.

Monet was absent. Old Hunter's latest appointment had not yet been finalized. He had come to terms with reality and seemed quite resigned.

So now, the Fourth Squad was truly entering the era where Dean called the shots.

After a hearty meal and drinks, Dean, along with Lawrence and Old Hunter, headed to the second-floor study.

The three old smokers lit up, kicking off the day's main agenda.

"Deputy Hunter, what are your thoughts on the team reorganization?"

Dean wasn't a clueless fool without emotional intelligence; he gave Old Hunter's prestige its due respect.

Old Hunter casually flicked ash from his cigarette, his face tinged with emotion. "Dean, four months ago, I personally welcomed you to join the Fourth Squad. Just four months. You have become a detective leading the team, a journey it took me ten years to travel. I don't think there's anything I can really teach you about this."

He did not posture before Dean, even though he was about to step into the role of team leader. As an old schemer, Old Hunter understood one principle: one must learn to know oneself.

Dean was Monet's chosen successor, at an age brimming with spirit and promise, with an unpredictable future ahead. Others offer advice out of respect. But to actually offer unsolicited advice would show a lack of good sense. He had to know his place.

Dean's thoughts were not as complex as Old Hunter imagined. But he did feel quite comfortable with Old Hunter's hands-off stance.

You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. This was his principle in life.

Since Old Hunter had made his position clear, Dean thought there might be an opportunity. Perhaps he could help Old Hunter climb a little higher before retirement and secure a bigger pension.

"Deputy, you're too modest. The Fourth Squad needs you seasoned big shots to hold the fort, so we can be more confident facing tough cases."

Old Hunter waved his hand, "Dean, that's too much praise. Get to your point. I want to drink more of that deer penis wine you have; it packs a good punch."

Hearing this, Lawrence's eyes also lit up, "Deer penis wine is really something. It tastes a bit strange, but it warms you right up. Dean, where did you get it? I need it."

Looking at these two, helpless in their middle age, Dean shrugged, "Alright, I'll give you the business card. Actually, it's a Chinese herbal medicine store, great for health. After the party, you guys could check it out."

Seeing their reactions, he felt his careful approach had been rather unnecessary. Basically, whatever he would say, the two men before him were unlikely to object.

Dean had long been planning for the team reorganization.

He had always had a knack for solving cases, with only two things holding him back. The first was the number of cases. The second was auxiliary support.

The first point was self-explanatory: more cases meant faster promotion.

The second stemmed from Dean's rapid progress. When he first got involved in cases, Dean needed to follow Lawrence around. He also had to attend meetings with other members of the Fourth Squad for advice, learning as he solved cases. This case-solving cycle wasn't short, which gave those around him enough time to assist with information.

Now, Dean had transformed completely in all aspects. This led to an awkward situation. Dean's case deductions had already identified the direction for solving the case, but the forensic science team and Daisy still needed time to investigate and verify the clues Dean provided. Otherwise, they couldn't move to the next step.

For this reorganization, Dean's requirements for team members leaned more towards information gathering and legwork.

After organizing his thoughts, Dean shared his ideas:

"Lawrence, here's what I'm thinking. Harry, Daisy, and I will be one team and might add a new member for physical support. The rest will be under your wing. Our team will work from the division office, aiming to claim all the cases that rightfully belong to our Fourth Squad. You and Phoebe will lead the newcomers in handling cases we can't manage to get to."

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