Chapter Eighteen: The Words of Mr. Lu Xun!
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Liu Haizhu had just left the police station and turned a corner.
A business van, its windows completely covered with black tape, screeched to a sudden halt right in front of him.
“Bang!”
The door flung open.
Liu Haizhu glanced back and saw a short-statured middle-aged man jump out, followed by seven or eight burly, muscular men.
They looked fierce and threatening, each clutching sharp weapons in their hands.
Liu Haizhu was stunned.
The van was so small, yet these men were all so damn huge!
What the hell had they been eating? Pig feed???
The leader, the middle-aged man with a face full of stories, now wore an awkward, forced smile.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
In an instant, the seven or eight men surrounded Liu Haizhu and, with perfectly synchronized movements, swayed their necks from side to side.
“Crack, crackle, crackle crack…”
Liu Haizhu sucked in a sharp breath.
Each of these men had piercing eyes; the pressure they exerted was overwhelming.
The middle-aged man stepped forward, his smile insincere as he stared at him.
In his hand, he firmly held a replica of a Type 54 pistol, its muzzle black and ominous. “Handsome, come with us for a little trip.”
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Inside Wan Chai Police Station.
Seeing Old Wan’s troubled expression, Yang Mi gently reassured him, “Don’t worry. Our informant will look after him.”
Uncle Wan shook his head, “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Yang Mi blinked her delicate eyes, pondering, then suddenly her expression shifted.
Her voice wavered slightly as she asked, “Comrade Wan Huajun, we’re carrying out a very serious operation right now. Please don’t hide anything from me!”
Old Wan clicked his tongue, then sighed, “It’s nothing much. If I’m not there with that kid, who knows what trouble he might cause!”
Yang Mi blinked in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Old Wan raised three fingers, exasperated, “Back home, every three days—at most three days—I have to clean up after him, and it’s always some damn mess.”
“Violent and aggressive?”
Yang Mi guessed one possibility, “Or maybe he’s involved with gangs?”
Old Wan waved his hand, “That can’t be. He’s a professional mage. If anyone’s fit to fight evil and uphold justice, it’s him!
Besides, he wasn’t bragging just now. Do you know why they call him Iron Monkey?”
“Why?” Unconsciously, Officer Yang’s accent even shifted slightly.
“I ask you, Liu Haizhu—‘Hai Zhu’ means ‘pillar of the sea,’ right?”
Yang Mi looked a bit lost, thinking to herself…
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This Comrade Old Wan’s way of chatting is so all over the place. She tried to piece it together and asked uncertainly, “…The Stabilizing Pillar of the Sea? The Golden Cudgel?”
Old Wan slapped his thigh excitedly, “Exactly! Give him a stick and he can punch through the sky for you!”
Yang Mi’s eyes lit up, exuding a mysterious charm: “Hmm? Then this Iron Monkey? Which type is he?”
Old Wan walked ahead with his hands behind his back. “Let’s go, I’ll tell you on the way.”
Yang Mi’s curiosity as a young woman was fully piqued. “Let’s go to my office—it’s quieter there.”
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On Jordan Road.
The business van blared its horn arrogantly as it sped down the road.
Inside the vehicle,
Liu Haizhu relaxed his posture and looked at the middle-aged man beside him, asking, “Do we know each other?”
“Crack, crackle, crackle crack…”
Liu Haizhu was getting annoyed, especially hearing those sounds!
He frowned at the unsavory-looking men in the car. Every time he spoke, they just swayed their necks. Damn, what’s wrong with them!
The middle-aged man laughed and patted his shoulder, but the gun remained firmly pointed: “Don’t be afraid. My boss, Camel, invited you for tea.”
“Heh,”
Liu Haizhu pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and blew smoke at him. “I don’t care which side you’re from. If you’re not doing evil, I don’t want to deal with you.
But holding that piece of junk makes me really annoyed.”
The middle-aged man smirked, unconcerned. “We’re from Dongsheng.”
“Heh.”
Liu Haizhu sneered again and took a heavy drag… The ring of fire from his mouth ignited swiftly, and the cigarette visibly shrank.
Whenever he opened his mouth, the whole cabin looked like a fire scene—smoke everywhere… choking and blinding.
Liu Haizhu smiled, “Mr. Lu Xun once said, ‘A friend comes from afar.’”
The middle-aged man waved away the smoke, “Your smoke is a bit harsh, but I’ve learned this—how delightful.”
Liu Haizhu corrected him, “Wrong! It’s ‘Stand at attention when being beaten!’”
Middle-aged man: “Huh?…!”
“Whoosh!”
A spark of fire shot sharply at the window and bounced right into the driver’s eyes… The man driving howled in pain!
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Inside the police station office,
The water was already boiled, and a cup was prepared with specially supplied Da Hong Pao tea.
Yang Mi sat down beside Old Wan, leaning in softly, “Old Wan, I need to tell you something. Don’t overthink it.”
Old Wan smiled and said, “No problem, just tell me.”
Yang Mi said, “Although you’ve been seconded here, it’s not suitable for you to make an appearance yet because I can’t confirm your subsequent assignments.
As for the safe house, I’ve already arranged it for you. Here’s the address. Go there directly, and we’ll meet there tonight.”
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Old Wan smiled, took the note, glanced at it, and slipped it into his pocket.
“Babbling~~”
Yang Mi refilled his tea and softly asked, “Come on, tell me about this Iron Monkey.”
“You want to hear it?”
Yang Mi blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, “I want to hear.”
“Alright!”
Uncle Wan held the hot tea, his eyes reflecting some fond memories of days long past—how young he was then.
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Back then,
When he learned that Liu Jianshu’s family had fallen apart, it was he who went alone to deliver the infant Liu Haizhu to Yeren Valley in Shennongjia.
The baby’s second uncle was there.
How to describe it?
What kind of place is Yeren Valley???
Young Wan Huajun, cradling the infant, stood in the snowy, dense forest… The snow was so deep that a single step could bury him past the knees.
It was damn cold then.
Looking down at the little one in his arms, Wan Huajun smiled beneath frosted eyelashes.
The baby was lively and strong, always trying to push out of the swaddling cloth to see the outside world.
After wrapping him tightly, Wan Huajun exhaled.
The breath instantly turned into a mist in the icy air, making teeth chatter.
He had already been walking for a whole day and night on such a trail.
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At dawn the next day,
He finally reached the border of Yeren Valley in Shennongjia.
Unexpectedly,
A roaring giant bear blocked his path!
Old Wan turned pale with fright.
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How big was that bear?!
Standing up, it was as tall as a one-story building, its thick fur covered with ice crystals, roaring thunderously!
The stench it emitted, as Old Wan described, was as pungent as the blast from a level ten electric fan!