Chapter 5

When it came to her mother, Tongtong's eyes welled up. "Auntie! Tong Jiaqiang called me, asking me to go live with him."

"No way," Bei Yinyao's smile vanished abruptly. "That ungrateful bastard still has the nerve to call you. Do you forget that he abandoned you and your mother when you were less than a year old?" Bei Yinyao's face turned cold, as if a layer of frost had settled on it.

Tongtong, tears streaming down her face, said, "Auntie! I won't go."

Yang Luo, overhearing their conversation, thought of himself, of Xiaoyang Village, and of that man. Tongtong's situation was very similar to his, except that he was luckier because his mother was now living a happy life...

It wasn't until the two women got into the car and Tongtong glanced back at him that Yang Luo snapped out of his daze. He watched the car disappear with a lingering gaze before picking up his tattered bag to look for a taxi. After wandering for a while, no one was willing to give him a ride, so he had no choice but to hop on a random bus and go wherever it took him.

Half an hour later, Yang Luo got off the bus and looked around, not knowing where he was. At that moment, his stomach growled, and he muttered, "Damn! I need to fill my stomach first. Then I'll find a place to stay and look for a job."

Yang Luo found a snack shop and ordered a bowl of noodles. As he ate, he kept muttering, "Damn! The food here is so much better than that garbage from foreign countries. The people are garbage, the country is garbage, and the food is even more garbage." The other customers in the shop looked at him as if he were a monster, but he remained unperturbed, continuing to eat and shout.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came from outside, and no one knew what had happened. Yang Luo's expression suddenly became very serious. If anyone familiar with him saw him now, they would be very uncomfortable, as this international thug could also be this serious.

"Bang" Another dull sound came, and Yang Luo put down his chopsticks, pulled out a crumpled ten-yuan note from his pocket, and threw it on the table before walking out.

Others didn't know what the dull sound was, but he did. It was a gunshot, and it was the sound of an AK-47 in burst-fire mode. The gunshots were coming from the bank across the street.

It must be said that the police in such a major international city were quite efficient. Less than three minutes after the gunshots, over a dozen police cars had arrived.

More than thirty police officers quickly cordoned off the scene, and Yang Luo, carrying his tattered bag, walked over and stood outside the police tape. By this time, a crowd had gathered behind him, and the gunshots, instead of scaring them, made them excited as they pushed forward. This demonstrated the Chinese people's love for spectacles, especially since such events could only be seen in movies or on TV, making them even more frenzied.

A fat man with the rank of a first-class police inspector held a megaphone and shouted, "Listen up, people inside! You are surrounded. Put down your weapons and come out to surrender. There's no way out if you resist. You should know our policy: as long as you don't harm the hostages, we will give you lenient treatment..."

The fat man shouted for a while, his mouth foaming, and then, feeling thirsty, he leaned into the car to grab a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and continued shouting with the megaphone.

This time, before he could say a few more words, a gunshot came from inside, and the megaphone in his hand flew out with a "snap," scaring him so much that he ducked behind the car.

"Damn! Has the sniper arrived?" The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, unsure if it was from fear or the heat.

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