Chapter Thirteen: One Person Took on More Than a Dozen Hong Le's Hired Thugs!
“Come on!” Liu Haizhu roared, pressing down with his left hand. “Crack!” A scream pierced his ear.
The kid’s right hand clenched into a fist. With a sharp jab, the man who had been shouting was sent flying.
His hand was even fractured...
“Bang! Bang! Clang, clang!”
Several people fought from inside the restroom all the way to the outside!
A middle-aged man squatting in another stall heard the commotion, wiped himself, cautiously opened the door, and stepped out.
He blinked, glanced at the faintly smiling girl nearby, then at the young man who was single-handedly fighting several opponents with extraordinary valor.
Without thinking, he blurted out, “Impressive—the school beauty’s personal bodyguard?”
...
“Boom!”
Amidst flashing blades and flying swords, Liu Haizhu shouted fiercely.
With a resounding “boom!” the two men before him were hurled back... and the restroom collapsed again!
...
Amidst the swirling dust, the anguished screams of the Hong Le gang members echoed.
...
The noise caught the girl’s attention; her eyes sparkled as she watched the handsome young man who could knock down foes with every punch.
...
After kicking the last sword-wielding attacker away, Liu Haizhu flexed his wrist, raised his eyebrows, and strode toward her.
“Step, step.”
“Hey, little lady, am I awesome or what?”
The girl furrowed her lovely brows, staring at him as if he were a fool.
Awkward...
Liu Haizhu swallowed hard. “You’re so pretty, how about giving me a smile?”
The girl continued to look at him as if he were crazy, her eyes smiling.
Liu Haizhu clicked his tongue. “...If not, should I smile for you?”
Awkward beyond words.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Ahem, hey, little lady, don’t be scared, I’ll protect you.”
...
“Kill him!”
Outside, another group rushed in. The kid turned and dashed out with a howl.
...
By the time the police arrived, the remaining seven or eight of Hong Le’s men had fled, their legs weak with terror.
Two full vehicles of the Royal Hong Kong Police stared in disbelief at Liu Haizhu standing at the restroom entrance like a god.
The girl glanced at Liu Haizhu with a gentle smile and slipped away amid the chaos.
Liu Haizhu panicked, letting out a startled “Hey!” as he tried to chase after her.
...
The police, seeing the “culprit” try to escape, became excited.
...
“We are the Royal Hong Kong Police! Don’t move, stand still!”
Officers nervously pointed their guns. “Stop, or we’ll open fire!”
...
The girl turned back, pulled a playful face at Liu Haizhu, then vanished into the crowd.
...
Inside the police station.
The “person of interest,” Liu Haizhu, stripped down to only a pair of faded, earth-colored shorts, was locked in a single cell.
He was usually careless about his appearance, and the shorts bore a hole, revealing pale skin beneath.
...
At this moment,
Liu Haizhu clutched the stainless steel bars of the cell, his voice choked with tears.
“Report to the government! I want to call my leader!”
“If that’s not possible, can you at least give me some clothes?!”
...
It was 1997, Hong Kong’s handover was imminent—just a few years prior to now—and in Hong Kong City, this was no secret.
The entire police station was well aware.
So generally, mainland arrivals who didn’t cause major trouble were not scrutinized harshly.
...
Hearing the young man shouting, an older policeman approached with a smile.
“Stop yelling. We locked you up to protect you, you know? But you’re damn impressive, taking down so many Hong Le thugs by yourself?”
The old officer gave him a thumbs-up. “Respect!”
Liu Haizhu grinned, baring his teeth. “Hey, big brother, got any cigarettes?”
The old cop squinted, chuckled, pulled out a pack of ‘Good Friend’ cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and handed it to him. “And young man, we don’t call it the government here. You call us ‘Sir,’ understand?”
Liu Haizhu stood at attention, cigarette dangling from his lips, flashing a bright smile. “Yes, Sir! Hello, Sir!”
...
Inside the police headquarters,
A stunningly beautiful female officer gracefully stepped out of her office, holding a cup of coffee.
“Zhong, who was shouting just now?”
“A handsome guy from the mainland, quite interesting.”
The beautiful officer raised an eyebrow.
“That guy single-handedly took down over a dozen Hong Le thugs in Central.”
She smiled softly. “Oh? How did they get into a fight?”
“Haha, you want to know that, huh? The granddaughter of the East Rise Camel, Luo Yingsi, seemed to have taken something from Hong Le. Han Bin’s men chased them all the way to Central, the place got crowded up to the restrooms, and then this kid stirred it all up.”
Zhong pointed at a scattered pile on the desk. “Here, Officer Yang, these are the kid’s things.”
“Oh?”
Officer Yang paused, her long lashes fluttered, eyes shining brightly, causing a stir in the police station.
But soon,
Her gaze fixed on a small item on the table.
It was a golden USB drive.
...
In the cell, bored out of his mind, Liu Haizhu lay back on the bed, eyes half-closed, almost asleep.
At noon,
That beautiful silhouette, the emerald green, that rosy blush—
Like a restless spirit, it danced wildly in his heart, making it itch with yearning.
But,
It felt good.
...
This was the first time in his life he had experienced such a feeling.
Slowly, a smile spread across his face as he drifted to sleep.
In his dream, she was still there.
...
Officer Yang, curious, picked up the small golden item and carried her coffee back into her office.
Five minutes later, she rushed out. “Zhong! Zhong, where are you?!”
Zhong hurried over, panting. “Officer, you’re looking for me?”
Officer Yang took a deep breath, calming herself before asking calmly, “What’s the situation with that handsome mainland guy?”
“He’s fine. Officer Wong said he can be released.”
Zhong’s eyes sparkled. “How about I bring him over to meet you? He’s really stunning, the best I’ve seen, and in great shape!”
Officer Yang smiled faintly. “No need. Tell Officer Wong not to release him, and don’t let him have any outside contact. Keep him locked up until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir!”
After a crisp salute, Officer Zhong realized something was afoot.
...But this was certainly beyond his involvement, so he hurried off to report to Officer Wong.
His curiosity only deepened.
Who exactly was this mainland kid???
...
Inside the “Organized Crime” Senior Inspector’s office,
Yang Mi instructed that no one was to disturb her.
She sat silently at her desk, eyes closed, for a full hour.
Before her lay a jet-black satellite phone.
She pondered, meticulously analyzing the feasibility of certain matters.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, a firm resolve forming in her heart!