Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 485 Volcano Bro

The woman was still dwelling on what had just happened: "You used to be such a hero. You could hold back when those two thugs splashed water on you. You would have killed them long ago."

Nine-Dragon asked, "I want to know, do you want to take your son back, or leave him with me?"

The woman asked, "Are you trying to tell me you want to stay in this icehouse forever? Come out and wave the flag, and I'll help you."

Nine-Dragon scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't need any help. I feel perfectly at ease right now. I want to know if you don't want to care about your son anymore. It's alright, I have a responsibility."

The woman suddenly stood up, her posture upright and graceful. She looked at Nine-Dragon and said, "I don't know why you think that way, but no matter what it takes, I will make you stand up again."

Nine-Dragon called out to her, "Are you leaving? Aren't you going to check on your son? He's upstairs."

The crisp sound of high heels struck the ground resolutely, each sound rapid and clear, as if drawing a cold pause to this unpleasant conversation.

She turned around abruptly, without any warning, and didn't look at Nine-Dragon again.

He turned around, took a step, and the movement was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Her skirt drew a sharp arc as she moved swiftly.

She walked straight to the door, reached out and pushed it open. The light streaming in from outside instantly outlined her tall and aloof figure.

Without pausing, without looking back, and without even the slightest hesitation.

She walked straight into the light and noise outside the door, her high heels seemingly carrying anger, cutting off all the silence, sadness, and unspoken words behind her.

The door slowly closed behind her, separating the two worlds.

upstairs.

A little boy, about 7 or 8 years old, waved silently.

After watching the whole thing, Stephen Chow exclaimed, "Wow, this woman is so heartless! She doesn't even glance at her own son upstairs. She must be out of her mind!"

Li Jian also felt that the woman was seriously ill.

Other women love their families, their husbands, and their children.

This woman is clearly different from others; she actually wants her ex-boyfriend to continue being a gangster and showing off his power.

Although this woman appears mature and glamorous, she is still a complete delinquent at heart.

The life she longed for was completely different from the life that Nine-Dragon longed for.

If nothing unexpected happens, this woman will drive Nine-Dragon to his death.

but.

Li Jian raised his hand and waved to Nine-Dragon: "Waiter!"

Nine-Dragon composed himself and walked back: "Officer Lee, how can I help you?"

Li Jian said, "Give me another bowl of beef brisket noodles. Oh, and just out of the ordinary, was that woman your wife?"

Nine-Dragon said, "Officer, this seems to be my private matter."

Li Jian shrugged: "Oh, you don't have to say."

Nine-Dragon shook his head, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring Li Jian a bowl of beef brisket noodles.

Watching Nine-Dragon's retreating figure, Stephen Chow said, "Who's that guy? He's so arrogant. I'll copy his license plate later!"

Li Jian said, "Then you might be disappointed, it seems he doesn't have a car."

"However, we can copy Sister Hong's stuff."

talking.

Li Jian pulled Zhou Xingxing along and walked outside.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw a convertible BMW speeding away, and the driver looked like Sister Hong.

Li Jian and his companion, like thieves, quickly followed.

I followed them all the way to the bar entrance.

Zhou Xingxing was left outside to copy down Hong Jie's license plate number, while Li Jian went into the bar alone.

Inside the bar, the air was scalding hot from the noise.

The crowd was densely packed, like a pot of boiling dumplings, rising and falling and bumping under the psychedelic, flickering lights.

The deafening subwoofer of electronic music pounded fiercely against my chest, crushing every subtle sound into dust.

People have to scream at the top of their lungs to get the broken words into each other's ears.

Laughter, clinking glasses, the clatter of dice, and the roar of music mingled wildly, fermenting into a dizzying, almost manic surge of hormones.

The scents of smoke, perfume, and alcohol intertwined and clung stickily to every corner and to everyone's skin.

There are no clear individuals here, only a churning, restless sea of ​​desire.

Li Jian watched as Sister Hong walked to the resident singer's seat, said something, and the singer voluntarily vacated his seat.

Sister Hong took the microphone, requested a slow rock love song, and began to sing: "Lover who swallows loneliness, tries hard to understand, but regrets are rare. Who gets what they want? It's really frustrating."

Finished a song.

The clamor crashed against the edge of the stage like a tide, but it isolated Sister Hong on a silent island.

She sat alone on the high chair that should have belonged to the singer, her back slightly hunched, completely out of place amidst the boisterous revelry around her.

The hazy light swept across her hair and shoulders, but couldn't penetrate her empty, unfocused eyes.

Her fingertips rested unconsciously on the cold microphone stand, remaining motionless for a long time.

She sat there, lost in thought, as if her soul had been detached and vanished into some unknown, distant time and space.

Perhaps it was a deeply memorable melody, or perhaps it was a blurry, yellowed face, that nailed her firmly to this silence where only memories surged.

The burst of laughter from the bar didn't disturb her. She didn't even notice the waiter carrying drinks past her, completely immersed in a world that no one could reach.

Li Jian discovered.

In the noisy bar, a woman like Sister Hong, lost in thought, has a special charm.

to be frank.

Hong Jie isn't very good-looking; you could even say she's a bit ugly. (Referring to Karen Mok)

But this person has a special kind of charm.

Turnip greens, all have love.

Li Jian had no intention of making a move; he wasn't the type to act indiscriminately.

Li Jian was curious about what Sister Hong was planning to do.

Since Li Jian had decided to help Jiu Wenlong, he intended to see it through to the end.

Just then, Volcano Bro, who had visited Kowloon Ice Room a few days ago, walked over clapping his hands and said, "Sister Hong is in a very high mood today. It's definitely her territory."

Sister Hong grabbed Volcano's arm: "Come on, I have something to tell you."

Sister Hong pulled Volcano to the bar and said, "Volcano, help me get a batch of goods. This time I'm planning to go big."

Volcano said, "Since we've made such a big deal out of this, should we tell Brother Hua?"

Sister Hong said, "No need, I'll find the venue, and you can provide the goods."

Volcano Bro said, "I have plenty of stock here, how about we do it together?"

Sister Hong said, "No need, I found a great partner. He just needs to wave his flag and hundreds of people will come running out."

Volcano laughed heartily: "Who's so powerful now? You mean me?"