mijobooks Chapter 13 Little Lan's Flying Kick
Chapter 13 Little Lan's Flying Kick
Li Zhengyi raised his middle finger.
The blond-haired man was stunned.
I've never seen anyone so reckless.
Then he moved.
The baseball bat was raised overhead and swung towards Li Zhengyi's shoulder.
Ding Lilan made a move.
All anyone saw was a white afterimage.
The blond-haired man screamed as the baseball bat flew out of his hand.
He was then kicked back into the crowd, his back hitting two of his accomplices. All three of them fell to the ground and slid more than a meter away.
Ding Lilan withdrew her foot and stood still.
She still maintained that gentle smile with her eyes crinkling.
It's as if nothing just happened.
She turned her head and said to Li Zhengyi.
"Senior, confirmed. There are fourteen people in total, armed with blunt weapons, and with virtually no signs of combat training."
He paused for half a second, then added with a smile.
"Nothing to fear."
The thugs at the door looked at each other, momentarily confused as to what had happened.
Then, from the back of the crowd, the man in the leather jacket finally got off the motorcycle.
He pushed aside the henchmen in front of him, walked to the convenience store entrance, and stared at Li Zhengyi through the broken glass.
This guy was a head taller than Huang Mao, with a scar on his face running from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth. He had a fierce look in his eyes, the kind of person who had really made a name for himself on the streets.
"No wonder you were so calm."
The man in the leather jacket glanced at the struggling blond man on the ground, then looked at Ding Lilan, his expression changing slightly.
"There's a hidden master here."
Li Zhengyi remained expressionless.
"Give me the name of your backer, it'll save you some trouble."
The man in the leather jacket gave a cold laugh.
"Easy? Dude, do you even know who I am?"
"have no idea."
"He's one of Boss Park's men from Dongdaemun. This street is under my jurisdiction."
"Never heard of it."
"It's okay if you haven't heard of it, I'll make sure you remember it now."
The man in the leather jacket flicked the cigarette butt away, his eyes hardening.
"Someone's paying tonight. If they're going to smash the shop, I'll take three of your fingers. As for this beautiful lady..."
He gestured with his chin towards Ding Lilan.
"Let's talk alone, and I'll let her go back with all her arms and legs intact."
"Oh."
Li Zheng chuckled.
It's not sarcasm; I genuinely think this person is quite interesting.
"Okay, I'll double-check one last time."
He held up three fingers.
"First, someone is paying for this. Second, the goal is to smash up the shop and break my fingers. Third, you're just taking money to do things, and you don't know who the person behind the money is, right?"
The man in the leather jacket frowned.
"Are you a cop, you fucking cop?"
"no."
"Then why ask so many questions? I'll leave you a little bit of breathing later, as for the rest..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The sound of cars approached from all directions.
The headlights of seven motorcycles were simultaneously overwhelmed by even brighter headlights from other vehicles.
It's neither a motorcycle nor an ordinary car.
It's a police car.
The smile on the leather jacket's face vanished quickly.
"Who the hell called the police?!"
Huang Mao had just gotten up from the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, looking completely bewildered.
"Brother, according to regulations, it takes the police at least... at least twenty minutes to get to Kowloon Village!"
The man in the leather jacket turned around and yelled at the crowd.
"Who leaked the information before departure?"
No one answered, because everyone was panicking.
At the entrance of the alley, a blue and white police car was parked across the street, blocking the way out.
Two uniformed police officers got out of the car first, their flashlight beams shining directly at us.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
The police car headlights illuminated the entire alleyway brighter than daytime, like a bonfire party.
Chaos ensued.
Li Zhengyi stood on the steps in front of the convenience store, looking at this scene, also puzzled.
He understands the response time of police officers.
He had dealt with the Jiulong Village Police Station twice.
On one occasion, three packs of cigarettes were stolen from a convenience store. The police arrived forty minutes after the police were called.
When they arrived, they just registered me and said, "Let's check the surveillance footage," and then nothing more.
On another occasion, a fight broke out at the alley entrance, resulting in people being bleeding from head wounds. The police didn't arrive for half an hour, and by the time they arrived, the assailants had already fled.
The police station is two kilometers away from here.
Six police cars were dispatched simultaneously and all arrived in less than 5 minutes, which is not a normal police response.
This was premeditated, or rather, prepared in advance.
Someone had called the police on their behalf beforehand.
Someone can mobilize the resources of the entire police station instantly.
No, it's not just the police station.
All six police cars from the police station were dispatched. This required prior coordination and queuing so that they could rush out immediately upon receiving the call.
This requires scheduling authority.
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic crowd, across every window and rooftop across the street.
In the distance is a seven-story residential building, taller than the surrounding three- or four-story low buildings.
From that vantage point, you can see everything happening in front of the convenience store using binoculars.
Li Zhengyi stared intently at the rooftop of that building.
The wind was strong, and the quilts drying on the rooftop were blown about in all directions.
The light was too dim to see clearly, but something was moving.
A very slight sway.
then.
A little bit of reflection.
It's not light, it's not water, it's the lens.
The lenses of a telescope.
With a flash of light, the figure recoiled and disappeared into the shadows of the rooftop.
Li Zheng stared at the shadow for five seconds, then looked away.
understood.
Someone was monitoring them, and the police were also called.
Just as he had a premonition, he had been being watched all along.
For two and a half years, it never stopped.
Father's man?
Or is he someone from the older brother's or sister's family?
Or perhaps it's the powerful and influential Long Zhangzhu?
No matter who it is, they don't want him to die, nor do they want him to be bullied too badly.
So as soon as the thugs arrived, the police cars followed.
"run!"
The man in the leather jacket was the first to react, and immediately turned to get on the motorcycle.
He's seen this kind of situation before; if he really gets caught, his criminal record will be enough to keep him living in detention.
But as soon as he stepped on one leg, something suddenly grabbed his ankle.
A force, like the boom of a crane.
He was lifted up, spun halfway through the air, and then slammed heavily onto the concrete ground.
All I could see were stars, and then a gentle smiling face.
"Sir, our elders haven't finished asking their questions yet."
The leather jacket hit the ground on its back, and it felt like the bones in my chest were cracked; I couldn't breathe.
He stared intently at the smiling face above him, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"You... damn it..."
The other thugs weren't much better.
Someone had just started the engine, and the car was pulled off before it even moved.
Someone fell to the ground and tried to get up and run away, but police batons were already raining down on them.
Never underestimate the speed at which the Peninsula police wield their batons.
One by one, the thugs were pinned to the ground by the police, their arms twisted behind their backs, and their handcuffs snapped shut.
The entire alley was in complete chaos.
Li Zhengyi walked down the steps, not looking at the thugs who were crouching in the corner with their heads in their hands, nor at the police who were subduing them.
He walked up to the leather jacket and looked down at it.
The leather jacket lay on the ground, Ding Lilan's foot pressing on his chest.
"I have a few questions. Who paid for it, and through what channels did they find you? Besides vandalizing the store and breaking fingers, did you have any other targets?"
The leather jacket was panting heavily.
"I...I only know that someone provided the money...I can't say who the middleman is...If I do, I won't be able to make a living in Dongdaemun..."
"Your Dongdaemun boss, Park?"
"……yes."
"Okay, let's find one you can answer. Was the middleman male or female?"
The leather jacket hesitated for a moment.
"I don't know. I contacted them by phone using a voice changer. But the money was in cash, in a black plastic bag, and was in a locker at Exit 3 of Yongsan Station."
That's cautious enough.
But there's no need to confirm anymore; he knows who it is.
Kim Tae-ah, the youngest daughter of Kakao's Kim Bum-soo.
Let's use a little psychology to deduce this.
A girl who suffered discrimination in her childhood because of her ugliness and poverty grows up to find that her father suddenly becomes the leading emerging technology giant on the peninsula.
She began to retaliate with cosmetic surgery and excessive spending.
The conclusion is quite simple.
Revengeful compensation mentality.
Such a person is as petty as a sewer rat.