Chen Qihang woke up in severe pain. In front of him was a group of teenagers holding steel pipes and knives. In his ears, he could hear the hot-blooded yelling: "If you dare to steal business from our Brother Tiger, your bat will be destroyed today!"
Memories of his ex come flooding back - it turns out it was his "baseball club" that got in trouble with the real gangsters in the neighborhood.
The "Brother Tiger" opposite had a sinister face and a cigarette in his mouth: "Chen Qihang, kneel down and call me Master Sheng. Let's forget about it."
Chen Qihang shook his head, stood up, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, took out the old Nokia mobile phone that was so painful from his trouser pocket, and pressed three numbers.
"Hey, call 110? I want to report the crime. In the back alley of the city's technical secondary school, there were people fighting and illegally possessing controlled knives..."
"Beep... Beep... Beep..." Busy tone.
The brother next to him was anxious: "Boss, you are crazy!"
Chen Qihang weighed the baseball bat in his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have the latest model - 'Tian Di Tong'."
Facing the charging opponent, he sighed: "Don't listen to the advice." The next second, with a precise sliding step, the bat struck Brother Tiger's wrist with a sound of wind, and the machete fell to the ground with a sound. A few minutes later, people were lying all over the alley. Chen Qihang knelt down and patted Brother Hu on the face: "Sir, times have changed. Now, it is a society that teaches the law."
In the distance, police sirens sounded from far to near.
