Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 487 Acquisition of Sister Hong

Li Jian withdrew his hand from the car door and followed Sister Hong into the bar.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Blue Enchantress, perhaps."

Sister Hong ordered two Blue Enchantress glasses.

The bartender skillfully prepared the ingredients.

A moment later, two glasses of crystal-clear liquid were pushed in front of her.

In the tall glass, the azure liquid resembles imprisoned seawater, or liquid gemstones formed from a midnight dream, shimmering with a mysterious and alluring luster under the dim light.

She stretched out her slender fingers, painted with nail polish, and gently grasped the cold glass.

The blue liquid in the glass swayed gently, refracting varying shades of light, as if it were alive, swaying gracefully in its transparent cage.

That shade of blue, both alluring and fragile, perfectly mirrored the elusive emotions flickering in her eyes at that moment.

Sister Hong raised her glass: "Screech of the car!"

Li Jian raised his glass and gently clinked it against his.

Sister Hong took a sip, her pretty face turning even redder, and asked, "Where are you from? I've never seen you before."

Li Jian said, "Me? I'm from the West Kowloon area. It's normal that Sister Hong hasn't seen me before, since I don't go out much."

Sister Hong then asked, "So who is your older brother? You're such a good fighter, your boss must be really powerful too."

Li Jian thought for a moment and said, "He is quite powerful. When my older brother speaks, all the gangsters in Hong Kong have to listen to him."

Sister Hong's eyes widened instantly: "Impossible, there are big shots like this in Hong Kong? Hey, are you bragging?"

Li Jian smiled and didn't say anything more.

The two of them chatted and drank one glass of wine after another until, in the end, even Li Jian was a little disoriented.

The night was thick, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

A white BMW X7 was parked quietly on a secluded street corner, its body gleaming with an expensive yet understated luster under the streetlights.

However, this static luxury was shattered in a highly discordant way—the vehicle was continuously and rhythmically bobbing up and down, the subtle sounds of the springs being compressed were almost masked, but the violent shaking could not be concealed, causing the suspension system to groan almost imperceptibly.

The car windows were covered from the inside with a layer of damp fog, blurring everything.

Occasionally, a palm would press hard against the side window, leaving a brief but clear handprint, which would then be covered by new fog. The car interior was dark, with only the dashboard emitting a faint blue glow, vaguely illuminating two faces, lost in passion, sweaty and blurred.

The heavy breathing was filtered by the good sound insulation, leaving only a dull, blush-inducing rhythm.

The entire vehicle seemed to have become a living, breathing metal behemoth, staging a primal and intense dance of desire in the shadows where no one was watching.

On the streets late at night, there are no stars or moon in sight.

Only the neon lights in the distance were flashing.

Where is my skirt?

While getting dressed, Sister Hong discovered that her bodycon skirt was missing.

Li Jian helped search, and they finally found it in the trunk: "Let me help you put it on."

Sister Hong was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground: "No way!"

With Li Jian's help, getting dressed became a very difficult task. It took a full hour before Sister Hong finally got off the bus, her clothes disheveled.

After getting off the bus, Sister Hong felt a chill down below.

Then look at Li Jian's hand; he's holding two red ribbons.

"give me back."

Sister Hong reached out her hand, ready to take her things back.

Li Jian said, "You're already in the car, what's wrong with giving me something? Don't be so stingy."

Sister Hong asked, "What's your name? Can you tell me now?"

Li Jianli landed and started the engine. The white BMW X7, like an elegant yet swift cheetah, silently glided into the night, leaving only the slight hiss of the tires rolling over the road.

The taillights drew two bright red arcs in the darkness before quickly receding and blurring into the distance.

The cold car window didn't completely block out his deep, slightly hoarse voice; two sentences, carried by the night wind, clearly reached Sister Hong's ears in the back:

"A lone figure on a cold river, an old friend from the martial world, why should we need to have known each other before we meet?"

Early the next morning.

Li Jian received a call from Yang Zhen.

"Hey, Jian-ge, it's all taken care of. I'll deliver the stuff to you."

Li Jian said, "Okay, see you at Kowloon Ice Room."

For some reason, ever since he transmigrated here, Li Jian has also enjoyed discussing things in the martial arts world.

Kowloon Ice Room.

Nine-Dragon hung today's menu outside the door.

Upon seeing Li Jian's BMW X7, Nine-Dragon immediately greeted him: "Good morning, Li sir."

Li Jian nodded to him.

He slept with someone else's ex-girlfriend after all, so in a way, they were kindred spirits.

What new dishes are on the menu today?

Nine-Dragon pointed to the sign and said, "Malaysian onion chicken rice noodles, order one and get a free star-shaped mixed fruit iced lemon tea."

Li Jian said, "Then let's have two servings of rice noodles."

Li Jian was still waiting for the food when Yang Zhen pushed the door open and came in.

"Brother Jian."

"sit."

Yang Zhen carried a canvas bag with him, which was bulging and its contents were unknown.

Yang Zhencong pulled a cell phone out of his bag: "Brother Jian, this is a good thing I got my hands on. It's a 3G phone that supports real-time video viewing and video chat. It's the latest technology from America."

"Don't underestimate this small thing. It's very powerful. Look, this is the bug I put in Luo Yongjiu's phone. As soon as he speaks, we can hear him immediately."

Li Jian put on the Bluetooth earphones, and sure enough, sound came through.

"Brother Jian, this phone can also record videos by controlling the camera of other people's phones."

Yang Zhen tapped the screen a few times, and an image immediately appeared.

In the lens.

It is a private club room.

In the picture, one is the big boss, Chef Wan, and the other is Luo Yongjiu's old flame, Miss Lu Yongyu.

Chef Wan's signature chubby face appeared on camera.

"Yongjiu, you've had a hard time these past two days."

Luo Yong then said, "Don't say that, I'm just doing my job for the company."

In the video, Lu Yongyu is still wearing that highly recognizable white coat.

The pure base color is like the first snow, and the collar, placket and cuffs are inlaid with neat black piping, outlining her tall and straight figure.

The light illuminated her flawless skin and exquisitely sculpted features.

Her features are clear and beautiful, and her eyes appear particularly deep and bright under the camera lens, exuding rationality and composure in her gaze.

Besides Lu Yongyu, there was an old man sitting on the sofa.

Under the light, the old man nestled in a large leather sofa, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, behind which were a pair of eyes that, though worn by time, were still shrewd.