Chapter 58

Zheng Long felt a bit dazed. He didn't understand where the few cowards suddenly got the courage to confront him head-on. He wasn't particularly upset about his father's newly bought car being damaged; he just wanted the few young rascals to pay several times the repair costs.

Zheng Long steadied himself and called his driver, Li Yong, who was also his father's henchman, to get out of the car and keep an eye on those few guys, making sure they didn't run away. Li Yong was a big, burly man with tattoos all over his body. Even in the cold winter, he only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt. He opened the door, put on the leather jacket from the passenger seat, walked to the back of the car, and took out a steel pipe with a cloth wrapped around one end. Then he followed Zheng Long toward the Audi.

Zheng Long was still on the phone, "Big Biao, where are you?"

"About to get on the airport expressway, where are you?"

"Big Biao, you can see me as soon as you exit the airport. That little rascal crashed into my dad's car. Hurry up." Big Biao was his father's right-hand man, known as Tiger Biao in the underworld. Back in the day, when he helped his father with demolition, he did some despicable things. The most notorious was when he caught the leader of the South City, Li Lao Liu, and severed his Achilles tendon. But that was over twenty years ago. Now, it wasn't about who had more people or who was more ruthless in a fight. Now it was about money and connections.

Cheng Xiaoyu sent a text to Su Weihan, telling him his current location. Su Weihan replied that he would be there soon and told him not to conflict with the other party.

Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't even put his phone in his pocket when he heard the car door open. He turned to look out the window and saw Zheng Long kick the driver's side door. He also saw a big, muscular man with a steel pipe standing next to Zheng Long. Cheng Xiaoyu remained calm, but Wang Dongliang was completely stunned, muttering, "What can we do?"

From a young age, Wang Dongliang had been a model student, winning countless awards. He had never been in a fight, let alone anything to do with the underworld. In his mind, China was a place with good public security, harmonious neighborhood relations, and friendly schoolmates. How could there be such a thing as the underworld?

Cheng Xiaoyu patted Wang Dongliang's shoulder and said, "It's fine. They hit us, so they should pay for the repairs."

Wang Dongliang, who had no courage to be a hero, said with a sad face, "Brother, my dear brother, they look tough. Let's take a step back and avoid trouble. We can drive back slowly. You don't know who they are, and you're acting recklessly. I'm going to be in trouble, and this is the company's car."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and ignored Zheng Long, who was pounding on the window. He calmly said to Wang Dongliang, "It's fine if they provoke me, but if they try anything with my sister, I'll make them pay."

Su Yuxi, wearing headphones, didn't hear what Cheng Xiaoyu said.

Wang Dongliang asked, "Are they siblings?"

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated and nodded.

Wang Dongliang said, "So, should we go out and fight now? We have more people, so we can get our money back."

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know why Wang Dongliang had such a sudden change, but he was also a weak fighter. However, if they didn't go out now, Zheng Long would break the window. He also didn't know when Su Weihan would arrive, so he nodded and said, "Let's go see what's happening."

Cheng Xiaoyu opened the door and pushed Zheng Long, who was pounding on the window, off balance. Zheng Long took a few steps back, steadied himself, and pointed at Cheng Xiaoyu, "You little punk, you've got some guts. You crashed into my car. I'll make you pay."

In February, the wind in B City was strong. Cheng Xiaoyu closed the car door, buttoned his coat, and said calmly, "I've already called the traffic police. They'll be here soon. You rear-ended us, so it's your fault. I don't know why you're being so arrogant."

Zheng Long walked over and patted Cheng Xiaoyu's face, "Do you know, I like your naivety. If the police were omnipotent, why would we need the underworld?" Clearly, he was proud of being in the underworld. He had always enjoyed the feeling of trampling on others' dignity.

Cheng Xiaoyu grabbed Zheng Long's hand, stopping him from continuing, and smiled, "You just slapped me three times. You'll regret it."

Zheng Long also laughed and pointed to his head, "I won't hit you. I'll show you how scary an educated thug can be."

Wang Dongliang walked over and said loudly, "You're being so arrogant in the capital. This is a legal society. We'll solve everything through legal procedures."

Zheng Long heard the sirens in the distance, turned around, and sneered at Wang Dongliang, "Wait, I'll give you a lesson on the law."

Wang Dongliang also heard the sirens and felt a bit more confident. He turned around and said, "Don't be so arrogant. Do you think the police station is your home? I'm friends with the police chief in East City. I'll call him."

Zheng Long kicked Wang Dongliang's leg, "Go ahead and call him, but don't forget to tell him whose son's car you hit."

Wang Dongliang tried to dodge but couldn't. Seeing the police arrive, he shouted, "How can you hit a car and then hit people?"

When two police vans marked 110 stopped, the doors opened, and about seven men in police uniforms but without badges got out. The only one with a badge stayed in the car.

The leader was a short, stocky man with a scar on his face. Zheng Long greeted him, "Big Biao."

Cheng Xiaoyu, who was well-informed, knew immediately that these were thugs in police uniforms, auxiliary police.

The group surrounded Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Dongliang. Wang Dongliang, still not understanding the situation, shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wasn't afraid, but he was worried about Su Yuxi, who was still in the car.

The scar-faced Big Biao, holding a police baton, asked Zheng Long, "Just these two?"

Zheng Long said, "There's a girl and an old black guy in the car. Don't touch the girl!"

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu felt a bit relieved. Then the scar-faced man hit Wang Dongliang on the head with the baton, "Shut up, you idiot! Did I give you permission to speak?"

This immediately scratched Wang Dongliang's scalp, and blood flowed down his forehead. Wang Dongliang covered his head and didn't dare speak, but Cheng Xiaoyu saw the hatred in his eyes.

"ID cards, both of you hand over your ID cards." Big Biao ordered someone to collect Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Dongliang's ID cards.

They had no choice but to hand them over.

Big Biao then directed, "A De, check if the Audi can still drive. A Hui, call a tow truck to take the boss's car back."

A small man got into the Audi, shifted gears, and accelerated. After a few steps, he rolled down the window and said, "Boss, the Audi is fine, it can drive." The Audi only had a deformed trunk and a broken rear light. Unlike the BMW, which had its airbags deployed and was more severely damaged.

The scar-faced man pointed at Wang Dongliang and Cheng Xiaoyu, "You two, get in the car and come with us to the police station for investigation."

They didn't give Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Dongliang a chance to refuse, pushed the old black driver out of the Audi, and shoved them into the back seat. Zheng Long sat in the front.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Su Yuxi, who was still listening to a CD, and gently nudged her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Su Yuxi took off her headphones, "What's going on? Hasn't my brother arrived yet?"

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head. Su Yuxi frowned and took out a copy of Walter Benjamin's "Theses on the Philosophy of History" from her backpack and started reading.

Zheng Long turned the rearview mirror to see Su Yuxi and said lightly, "What's the girl's name?"

Su Yuxi ignored him.

Zheng Long laughed, "This girl has some attitude, I like it. I'll say this: if you pay for a new BMW 760, this will be over. If not, you'll see what happens."

Cheng Xiaoyu ignored Zheng Long and sent a message to Su Weihan, saying they were being taken away.

Su Weihan asked if there was any danger to their lives.

Cheng Xiaoyu replied that there shouldn't be, and they were being taken to a police station.

Su Weihan replied that it should be fine, just go. When you get to the police station, send me the name.

Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "Okay," and leaned back in the seat to rest.

Wang Dongliang was numb. For the first time, he was in such a big mess for a girl. He couldn't believe it. He started calling colleagues to see if anyone could help. As for Cheng Xiaoyu, who was responsible, he didn't have any hope.

After about 20 minutes, they turned into an alley and drove into a small courtyard with a sign for Wang Qiao Police Station. Cheng Xiaoyu quickly sent the name of the police station to Su Weihan.

Su Weihan replied, "Received."

Cheng Xiaoyu put his phone in his pocket and was pulled out of the car by a few auxiliary police. They pushed him into a room, and as soon as he entered, he was kicked in the knee, almost falling. He heard the scar-faced man say, "Sit down, handcuff these two to the radiator."

Cheng Xiaoyu thought, "Damn thugs, using such professional terms." He didn't see Su Yuxi and stared at the scar-faced man, "Where's my sister? What have you done with her? I warn you, don't touch her!"

The scar-faced man hit Cheng Xiaoyu on the back with the baton, "This is a police station, not a market. Who gave you permission to shout?"

Cheng Xiaoyu, though tough, felt a burning pain from the baton. But he was more worried about Su Yuxi and shouted, "Damn it, my grandfather is Su Dongshan, who still lives in Jiubao Mountain. If you touch my sister, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Everyone in the police station laughed, and the scar-faced man hit Cheng Xiaoyu again, "My grandfather is Puyi, and I still have a bed in the Forbidden City. What can you do?"

A police officer with a badge, about fifty years old, heard clearly. Su Dongshan had once been the mayor of Beijing, a ministerial-level official, and enjoyed vice-national-level treatment after retirement. Older people in B City still knew him. He quickly asked the scar-faced man what was going on. The scar-faced man said, "These little punks deliberately crashed into Mr. Zheng's new car. Don't worry, we've checked. The Audi belongs to a small internet company. The older one is an employee with no background. The fat one is from S City, and his household registration is not on the red list."

The fifty-year-old police officer asked, "What about his sister?"

The scar-faced man said, "She's fine. Xiao Long is just talking to her in the car. He won't do anything to the girl."

Cheng Xiaoyu was anxious, his hands handcuffed to the radiator, making a clanging sound. He kicked the nearest auxiliary police and shouted, "Untie me!" For him, as a man, there was nothing more shameful than not being able to protect his family.

The auxiliary police, hit by the kick, almost fell. He turned around and hit Cheng Xiaoyu with the baton. Cheng Xiaoyu tried to block it, and a group of people started punching and kicking him.

The name Su Dongshan kept echoing in the old police officer's mind, but the station chief and Zheng Long's father were sworn brothers, so he couldn't offend them. He could only say, "Enough, enough. Do you want money or your lives?"

The auxiliary police grumbled and stopped.

Cheng Xiaoyu spat out a mouthful of blood and said to the old police officer, "Unc