Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 484 The Woman with Nine Dragon Tattoos

Teacher Meng said, "Hey, where's the cigarette butt I gave you?"

Nine-Dragon said, "I threw it away a long time ago."

Teacher Meng was greatly disappointed and said, "Are you kidding me? You threw away the gift they gave you as a greeting?"

Nine-Dragon changed the subject, asking, "What would you like to eat?"

Teacher Meng pointed to the tomato and beef brisket noodles on the table and said, "Let's eat this. I heard you cooked it yourself."

Nine-Dragon nodded and said, "Not bad, you're really an expert."

Nine-Dragon took the menu and left.

Li Jian, who was at the next table, waved to the girl and said, "Hey, beautiful, you can't just litter your cigarette butts."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Meng lazily lifted her eyelids and gave him a wide, unceremonious eye roll.

Those meticulously drawn eyes rolled upwards slightly, instantly filling their gaze with three parts impatience, seven parts spoiled attitude, and an arrogant air of "I can't be bothered with you."

Immediately afterwards, her full lips, coated with glossy lip gloss, pouted, her lip peaks slightly pouting, forming a charming yet rebellious curve.

"Mind your own business" came out of her nose with a drawn-out tone, carrying a clear hint of reproach and a touch of offended coquettishness.

Stephen Chow glanced at Teacher Meng and winked: "Brother Jian, you want to pick up girls, huh?"

Li Jian said, "Fuck your mother, I was just saying a few words."

At this time.

Two thugs dressed in black walked in and went straight to the cashier, saying to Brother Kang, "Hey, it's dirty outside. We need to charge a cleaning fee."

Brother Kang said, "We can clean up ourselves. Are you from the Environmental Protection Bureau?"

Another gangster slammed his hand on the counter: "It's protection money!"

Kang Ge and Jiu Wenlong exchanged a smile, as if recalling the past battles and bloodshed.

Brother Kang took three red Hong Kong dollars from the cash register and handed them over.

The thug took the glass and glanced at it, then flew into a rage. He grabbed a glass of water from the table and splashed it on Nine-Dragon's face: "Damn it, three hundred yuan! What do you take us for, beggars?"

Li Jian and Zhou Xingxing both looked up at the same time.

The thug glared at Li Jian: "What are you looking at? You looking for trouble—"

He was only halfway through his sentence when the thug realized that Zhou Xingxing seemed to be wearing a police uniform.

Before the two could react, a woman pushed open the door and barked, "Have you two had enough?"

The thug turned around, saw who it was, and immediately shut up: "Sister Hong."

"I'm sorry, Sister Hong, I'm so sorry, Sister Hong, we'll leave right away."

Done.

The two thugs lowered their heads and ran out.

The woman who came in.

She wore a high-quality royal blue long-sleeved knit top, the soft fabric hugging her upper body curves perfectly without being too tight or too loose, outlining her elegant silhouette just right.

A crystal necklace, sparkling and translucent, dangled from her neckline, the pendant resting just below her collarbone. It swayed slightly with her steps, refracting light like scattered diamonds.

The lower body is a bodycon skirt in the same color scheme, with a clean and precise cut that flows smoothly down the waist and hip line, perfectly wrapping out a rounded but not overly exaggerated curve, with a subtle sharpness hidden in its elegance.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of beautiful legs were displayed without reservation—

Her legs are straight and long, with extremely smooth lines. The transition from thigh to calf is just right; any more would make her look plump, and any less would make her look too thin.

At this moment, her jade-like legs gleamed with a delicate luster under the indoor light.

The woman's arrival brought a fragrant breeze, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The woman looked very familiar, and Li Jian recognized her almost immediately—wasn't that the double-knife turkey after plastic surgery?!

However, the guy with the twin knives in front of me doesn't seem to have had any plastic surgery; he's all-natural and untouched by any pollution.

Moreover, they were the kind of people who lived a life of luxury and ease.

The woman's almond-shaped eyes, clear and bright like water, were fixed on Nine-Dragon.

Deep within his gaze, a thousand words seemed to surge silently, interwoven with complex emotions that were difficult to express—concern, inquiry, and perhaps even a hint of excitement carefully concealed.

Her lips parted slightly, revealing full, petal-like lips with a soft sheen. Her voice possessed a unique, slightly husky magnetism, yet her tone was extremely soft and slow, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"You're back."

The four simple words, uttered from her lips, were not like a simple greeting, but more like a sigh that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally released. The last syllable was slightly drawn out, with an imperceptible tremor, quietly blending into the surrounding air, and landing heavily on Nine-Tattooed Dragon's heart.

Nine-Dragon's eyes flickered, and he nodded: "Mm."

Immediately afterwards, Nine-Dragon led the woman to an empty seat: "What would you like to eat?"

Upon hearing this, the woman leaned back slightly and gracefully crossed her legs.

Her skirt tucked up slightly with her movements, perfectly outlining the firm lines of her thighs.

Her gaze never wavered; her eyes were astonishingly clear, fixed on Nine-Tattooed Dragon without blinking, with a stubborn penetrating power, as if trying to see through every subtle change in his expression.

"Don't you remember that I love lemon coffee?"

Her voice remained steady, even with a slightly gentle tone, but her enunciation was exceptionally clear, each syllable like a small pebble dropped into the silent pool between them.

That sentence wasn't like a question, nor was it like a coquettish complaint; rather, it was a calm, unavoidable confirmation, carrying a hint of barely perceptible loss and disbelief, quietly spreading through the air.

Nine-Dragon nodded: "I'll go get it for you."

The woman's gaze suddenly darkened, and her previous stubborn inquiry deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, settling on the Nine-Dragon's limping, slightly dragging leg, which clearly hindered his movement.

The light in her expressive almond-shaped eyes dimmed instantly, as if covered with a thin layer of ash.

A clear look of pain flashed across her eyes; it was not disgust or pity, but a deeper, almost empathetic sadness.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just silently pursed them, locking a sigh that was about to escape her throat.

Her entire demeanor subtly changed; the previous subtle tension and tentative aggression vanished, replaced by a soft, almost heartbreaking silence.

Nine-Dragon turned back and placed a cup of iced lemon coffee on the table: "Iced lemon coffee."

Nine-Dragon sat opposite the woman for the first time and asked, "The son you had with me?"

Instead of answering the question, the woman looked at the man and asked, "What happened to your leg?"

Nine-Dragon didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "Why ignore him?"