boyutpedia Chapter 486 Sister Hong Who Loves to Sing
Chapter 486 Sister Hong Who Loves to Sing
Sister Hong ordered a drink from the bartender, took a sip, and said, "No way."
Volcano asked, "Who exactly is it?"
Sister Hong said, "You'd be terrified if I told you."
The volcano asked, "Then tell me and scare me to death."
Sister Hong said, "Nine-Dragon Pattern."
Upon hearing those three words, the volcano's expression changed.
Sister Hong seemed to thoroughly enjoy seeing others terrified by the words "Nine-Dragon Tattoo," and couldn't help but laugh smugly.
Volcano finished his drink and walked out of the bar.
Just as they reached the door, the man who had been collecting protection money at Kowloon Ice Room during the day came up to them: "Brother Volcano, you told us to go to Kowloon Ice Room to collect protection money. That cripple is useless. I poured water on his head, and he didn't even dare to utter a sound."
He was terrified. If Sister Hong hadn't come, we would have continued to tease him.
Volcano raised a middle finger: "Damn it, you can't even dodge a glass of water, and you say you scared me, you cripple, get out of here!"
Volcano walked to his car and was about to drive off when he saw a parking ticket on it: "Damn, they're out here issuing tickets so late at night, these cops must have nothing better to do than sit around doing nothing!"
The volcano tore off the ticket and was about to throw it away.
"Stop! Don't move! I'm a police officer."
Stephen Chow shouted loudly.
While Li Jian was inside, Zhou Xingxing put tickets on every car outside the bar that wasn't parked in a parking space, waiting to come out and collect the money.
Volcano looked up, saw Stephen Chow, and spat, "Damn it, you cop, you think you're so great just because you're wearing clothes?"
He tilted his head, his defiant gaze sweeping up and down Zhou Xingxing's crisp uniform, his disdain almost overflowing.
The henchmen around Volcano also spat at Stephen Chow, showing their support for their big brother.
Bah!
The volcano had just opened its mouth, and before it could finish the curse, "Fuck you...", the tone was still swirling in its throat, when an irresistible, immense force slammed into its back!
It felt like being hit head-on by a speeding dump truck, and your feet instantly lost their footing.
He lunged forward uncontrollably, his feet futilely trying to grip the ground.
The wind whistled in my ears, and my vision spun.
Like a bowling ball thrown hard, he slid awkwardly for five or six meters before finally—"Bang!"—his head and upper body slammed into a giant, open trash can by the roadside!
Only his two legs were outside. He kicked weakly a few times, then collapsed completely.
The trash can lid wobbled twice, then with a "snap," it covered most of his body, leaving only his calves and ankles exposed, twitching slightly.
This left passersby stunned.
The henchmen behind the volcano all turned around to look.
There was a man in a black suit, with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.
It was as if he hadn't kicked her just now.
He kicked someone five or six meters away. Is he even human?
The volcano's underlings didn't even have the will to resist.
The man who came in was Li Jian, who had just come out of the bar. He looked at the group of gangsters and said, "Those of you who spat earlier, stand up and lick your phlegm clean."
Gudong——Gudong——
Several gangsters swallowed hard, but dared not move.
Li Jian frowned: "Didn't you hear me?"
One of the gangsters said, "Where are you from? We're with Volcano, and Volcano is with Red Star. Do you know who Red Star's boss is? It'll scare you to death if I tell you!"
If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or our Red Star brothers will come and drown you in their spit!
Li Jian stepped forward and kicked him.
The gangster was still shouting and yelling, his mouth full of underworld slang and threats, when he was suddenly lifted off the ground without warning!
It was as if he had been suddenly grabbed by an invisible giant hand and swung out violently, completely defying gravity, his hands and feet flailing wildly in the air in a comical manner.
It flew back three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground like a broken puppet with its strings torn.
A dull thud was the sound of flesh hitting the concrete floor without any cushioning; it sounded painful.
He collapsed to the ground, his previously arrogant demeanor shattered instantly.
All that remained was a curled-up, groaning body that struggled several times but couldn't get up, as if all the bones in its body had been broken.
Li Jian asked calmly, "Who else?"
Li Jian's icy gaze, as cold as solid metal, slowly swept over them, and the few thugs who were originally itching to make a move instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and all their arrogance was completely crushed.
Almost reflexively, they fell to the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold, dirty earth, eagerly sticking out their tongues to frantically lick away the dust and grime.
The action was devoid of any dignity, revealing only the most primal fear and desire to please, as if only through such extreme self-degradation could one beg for a sliver of insignificant forgiveness.
Saliva mixed with dirt left a messy trail around their mouths, and their rapid breathing was filled with barely concealed panic.
They looked more wretched than the most docile wild dogs, only hoping that the chilling gaze would be removed from them as soon as possible.
Li Jian didn't even look at Zhou Xingxing, nodded, and walked towards his BMW X7.
At this moment, Stephen Chow looked at Li Jian with eyes full of admiration.
So handsome!
As a police officer, he can act whenever he wants, and no one can stop him.
Unlike him, who was not only bullied by bad people, but also by Madam Wong.
But he didn't dare to talk back.
Just as Li Jian's fingers touched the door handle of the BMW, a woman's voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute!"
Li Jian turned around and saw Sister Hong.
At this moment, Sister Hong's pretty face was flushed, a charming blush emanating from her cheeks, like intoxicating rouge, or like the sunset glow dyed by gentle wine, spreading brightly from the bottom of her skin, all the way to her ears and the sides of her neck.
The blush gave her face a vibrant, full-bodied glow, and her skin was so smooth it seemed to radiate a soft light.
Those eyes, which might normally be cool or absent-minded, were now moistened with tears, their gaze sparkling with an unconscious, languid yet radiant charm.
The subtle curve at the corner of her lips is more intriguing than any explicit smile.
She simply stood there quietly, as if enveloped in a halo of light, exceptionally radiant and captivating, attracting countless admiring or yearning glances from the shadows, becoming the most vibrant and stunning beauty in this chaotic bar.
Li Jian asked, "Is something the matter?"
Sister Hong said, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Li Jian shrugged: "Wow, what the hell!"