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In the blink of an eye, seven or eight thugs rushed out from the Mahjong Parlor, heading straight for me. But Mary and Juan Juan completely ignored my warnings and ran towards me with determination. I couldn't care less about the pain in my body; I sprang to my feet in a flash, only to be surrounded by these men in an instant.
At that moment, Mary and Juan Juan arrived, charging forward as if ready to fight. Neither of them had received any professional combat training, and facing these strong young men, they were at a disadvantage. Juan Juan shouted, "Let him go!"
Seeing that there were girls coming to help, the thugs laughed even more wildly. One of them sneered, "I didn't expect such a pretty girl to show up here. Who is he to you? I might let him go if you two..."
I thought to myself that this punk was getting bolder. Although I couldn't take on ten people at once, I had some training under my belt. At that moment, all their attention was on Juan Juan and Mary, and hardly anyone was paying attention to me. This was my chance. With that thought in mind, I quietly stepped forward.
They still hadn't noticed me when I delivered a swift kick right to the groin of the one who had spoken. This kick was a perfect execution of self-defense techniques I had learned from books back in high school. The thug dropped to his knees, howling in pain.
As soon as I landed that kick, the others finally reacted, but I didn't give them a chance to regroup. I followed up with several more kicks, all aimed at vulnerable spots. In just a few moments, three of them were down on the ground. The remaining thugs finally realized what was happening and charged at me.
Just then, there was a loud crash as someone flew out through the window. Following that, a group of people surged out from the door. Peering through the shattered window, I saw chaos inside: tables and chairs were smashed everywhere, and several people lay sprawled on the floor. Dezi emerged from the doorway, his clothes torn to shreds and his face bruised; it was hard to tell whether the blood on him was his own or someone else's.
Surrounded by others but still standing tall, Yan Junde seemed like a warrior in their eyes. The thugs who had been beating me paused as they watched Yan Junde join us; no one dared to take a step forward. Just like that, the four of us regrouped back-to-back, facing our attackers.
Aside from those lying on the ground, there were still over a dozen thugs surrounding us. My face was bruised and battered; every part of my body hurt. In contrast, Yan Junde was also covered in blood and looked seriously injured. I whispered to Juan Juan and Mary, "I told you not to come here; why did you ignore me?"
Juan Juan scoffed and replied, "We can't just stand by and watch you two get beaten up like pigs."
At that moment, Han Youliang emerged from the crowd, clutching his head. He slowly parted the throng and looked at me and Yan Junde before glancing at Mary and Juan Juan. Suddenly he burst into laughter: "You two really are something else! Threatening your brother Han while bringing along women? You must not know what’s coming for you. Just hand over the original video footage and its backup, and you can leave."
"Otherwise!" Han Youliang clenched his fist tightly and said menacingly, "Not only will you two not get away today, but these two women won't either! Even if you can endure torture, I doubt you'll let these women suffer."
Yan Junde shot Han Youliang a middle finger and said defiantly, "I don't even care about these guys here; if you've got guts, come at me!"
I knew Yan Junde was gearing up for a fight, but I couldn't take that risk. If it were just him and me, I'd be less worried. But if anything happened to Mary or Juan Juan, I couldn't accept that at all. It seemed like we could only take it one step at a time; judging by the time, the police should be arriving soon.
"Wait!" I raised my hand and said firmly, "I'll give you what you want, but first you have to let these two women go before I can have my friend bring it over."
"I have been wandering the martial world for so many years, do you think I can't see through your little tricks?" Han Youliang said with a cold smile. "Brothers, our targets are those two women. As long as we subdue them, they won't dare to act recklessly!"
As he spoke, the people around began to move slowly closer. They didn't dare to confront Yan Junde and his group, but taking on two women, especially such beautiful ones, was something they were eager to do. The eagerness was evident in their eyes as they prepared to pounce. Just as it seemed they were about to charge, a loud siren suddenly blared from a distance.
Hearing the approaching siren, everyone halted in their tracks, exchanging glances filled with uncertainty. Han Youliang furrowed his brow and said, "From the sound, the police aren't coming this way. Let's go! Whoever catches one of those four will receive a reward of ten thousand yuan!"
As the saying goes, a generous reward brings forth brave men. Tempted by money, the group surged forward like hungry wolves. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Han Youliang slowly retreating. This old fox had been in the thug business for twenty years and was naturally experienced; sensing trouble, he intended to make a quick escape.
Realizing this, I turned to Yan Junde and said, "Dezi, the police are almost here! Hold on for a few minutes and protect Mary and Juan Juan while I chase after Han Youliang. Clear a path for me!"
Dezi nodded and charged forward through the crowd, creating an opening for me to follow closely behind. Although my fighting skills weren't deep, I could certainly run faster than Han Youliang, who was over forty and burdened with excess weight.
I saw Han Youliang's flabby body shaking as he ran away. I quickened my pace and swiftly closed in on him. Hearing my footsteps behind him, Han Youliang turned around and shouted, "You’re not one of us! I can tell now that you’re definitely trained in combat! And in Mahjong Parlor no less—didn’t even curse once! You’re just cops!"
To my surprise, Han Youliang had figured out our identities. Since that was the case, I decided not to be polite anymore. I shouted back, "Since you know what we are up to, there's no need for pointless resistance. To be honest, we’ve already recorded your confession. If you stop now, I can consider it a surrender; otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
I noticed Han Youliang was panting heavily but stubbornly replied, "What do I care? Resist harshly and go home for New Year’s; confess and you’ll rot in jail—screw you!"
Han Youliang was clearly obstinate. Realizing there was no point in arguing further with him, I suddenly sprinted forward and leaped into the air, delivering a kick straight to his back. The force sent him tumbling forward in a roll.
That kick brought me great satisfaction—it felt like revenge for being beaten up earlier.
As Han Youliang fell to the ground, I seized the opportunity to pounce on him and reached for my handcuffs. However, to my surprise, before I could pull them out, Han Youliang produced a syringe from his chest.
He swung his arm forward instinctively; I dodged just in time but lost my position on top of him. Han Youliang took advantage of this moment to scramble back up. A mere thug like him shouldn't pose much of a problem for me. But just as I was about to act again, he shouted sharply, "Don't come any closer!"
I instinctively halted my steps, curious about what trick he had up his sleeve.
"I’m telling you this officer!" Han Youliang extended his hand towards me with the syringe visible. Confused about his intentions, I watched as he smiled and said, "Do you know why I've always managed to settle scores over the past twenty years? I've never told anyone before! I'm sure you're interested."
"Oh?" I said. "Then go ahead and tell me."
Han Youliang nodded and said, "To be honest, don't underestimate this syringe. The contents inside are quite useful. Whenever those stubborn people refuse to pay me back, I use this to threaten them. What’s inside is HIV."
"HIV?" Hearing Han Youliang's words sent chills down my spine.
Han Youliang smiled and said, "That's right, HIV. It’s more terrifying than anything else; the despair of knowing you have this disease can wear down anyone. Officer, you’re just doing your job, why push yourself so hard? Although the incubation period for AIDS is five to ten years, if a person knows they can only live for five years, those five years will be a living hell!"
"How about this? We're both just trying to make a living," Han Youliang continued. "If you let me go, it won't matter much. My subordinates, like the two bodyguards you met earlier, are all in on it. Can't you just find a scapegoat? There's no need to take this risk."
"Right, right." Han Youliang seemed to remember something and continued, "As long as you let me go now, you can pursue me however you want when you get back. If I get caught after that, it’ll be my fate. What do you think, Officer?"
Since Han Youliang said this, it indicated that he likely had his own escape route planned after fleeing. Given that, I couldn't let him escape. However, the syringe in Han Youliang's hand was genuinely frightening. Just a scratch could ruin a life.
Han Youliang held the syringe tightly, not daring to relax even slightly. It seemed that the HIV inside was indeed real. This was becoming a serious problem.
An unsolved mystery: A 21st-century Airborne Troops mysteriously appeared in North America, rescuing an Indian Red-Haired Beauty, enjoying the company of a Blue-Eyed Busty Blonde, dominating Wall Street, amassing wealth across America, and initiating the Han Ethnic Colonial Global Model.
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