Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 462 Calling for help

Lu Yao rolled her eyes at her and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I bought this. Oh, and Lily has one too."

Pu Xin looked surprised: "I have one too?"

Lu Yao then took out another bag and handed it over; it was an LV bag.

They say a bag can cure all diseases.

Upon seeing the two LV bags, the two girls jumped up excitedly, hugged Lu Yao, and shouted that they were best friends.

"Yaoyao, what's going on? How come you've become so generous after just one night?"

Lu Yao glanced at Li Jian, then whispered something in the ears of the two women.

Li Jian then said, "Don't stand outside, come inside, it's on me."

As soon as I entered Kowloon Ice Room, I saw Nine-Dragon, who had a limp, mopping the floor.

Upon seeing Li Jian enter, Nine-Tattooed Dragon immediately greeted him, "Good morning, sir!"

Li Jian nodded and said, "Okay, by the way, any recommendations for today?"

Nine-Dragon said, "Yes, of course we do. We've just launched a new tomato beef brisket noodle soup and an onion noodle soup. Would you like to try them?"

Li Jian said, "Okay, one serving for each person, I want two."

Both the short-haired girl and the plain-looking girl had stars in their eyes.

In the past, when they came to eat, they would split the bill and share a bowl of noodles among themselves.

I never expected that in just one night, I would be able to get a bowl of noodles for myself and someone would even treat me.

The short-haired girl said with envy, "Yaoyao, you've hooked up with a rich guy! And this guy is handsome, rich, and a corrupt official. You'll probably be able to do whatever you want at school from now on."

"Oh right, I saw Amei this morning, and she actually greeted me and asked about you." The short-haired girl suddenly remembered something. "I've never seen her so polite before. Did she have a fever yesterday and get confused?"

"Hehe, it's a secret. Amei has agreed to turn over a new leaf and is willing to be my little follower." Lu Yao is young after all, and she's a bit arrogant.

Just saying.

The glass door was suddenly pushed open.

With a loud crash, everyone turned to look in surprise.

A group of figures filed in, their steps hurried.

The person walking at the very front had a tall and slender figure, just like the reincarnation of Linghu Chong, the dashing and unrestrained character from Gu Long's novels.

He wore a well-tailored black suit with clean, sharp lines that made him look even more dashing and extraordinary.

The tie was tied meticulously, its deep red color like leaping fire.

The sunglasses he wore had large, reflective lenses that made it impossible to see his eyes; all that could be felt was an air of mystery and unpredictability.

"Aaron!"

Nine-Dragon turned around and looked at him, a complicated expression on his face: "Hi."

The man in sunglasses sat down and said, "Ah Long, why didn't you say goodbye before coming back? How are you? Are you alright? I heard you've lost your leg."

Nine-Dragon took off the menu hanging around his neck: "It's alright, whatever you want to drink, it's on me."

The man in sunglasses lit a cigarette and said, "Your leg is crippled, and you're still out here hustling? What are you doing waving your flag and expecting my underlings to follow you?"

Nine-Dragon said, "Hehe, I didn't say that."

The man in sunglasses stood up, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "That's good. Don't wander around if your leg is inconvenient. By the way, the boss said he'd book a few tables at Fu Lin Men tonight to welcome you back. Are you coming?"

Nine-Dragon said, "No need, you can go. Just tell my brother that I have nothing to do with matters of the martial world from now on."

The man in sunglasses said, "Damn, I really don't know why you came back. Wasn't it good staying in Taiwan? Go to Yuen Long to raise pigs and grow vegetables. Wouldn't it be nice to spend the rest of your life like that?"

Nine-Dragon said, "Hahaha, you even thought of that. But let me tell you, I want to be a proper waiter. I don't owe anyone anything; it's the gang that owes us."

Brother Kang at the cashier nodded as well.

Nine-Dragon said, "We don't owe the gang anything."

The man in sunglasses said, "That's better. I know you won't go back on your word. I just admire your determination, hard work, and ambition."

The man in sunglasses casually raised his long, slender fingers and gently placed his fingertips on Nine-Dragon's broad, thick shoulder, seemingly giving it a casual pat.

He nodded slightly, his thin lips pressed into a resolute straight line, then turned nimbly and strode toward the door.

Just as he was about to step out the door, he flicked his cigarette with an elegant flick of his fingers, sending the half-burnt cigarette butt arcing through the air in a crimson parabola.

With a muffled "thud," it landed precisely on the ground. The remaining embers on the cigarette butt, unwilling to be extinguished, gradually dimmed.

Only a wisp of bluish-gray smoke remained, rising gently.

"Wait a moment!"

The man in sunglasses, who was about to leave the restaurant, heard a shout.

He turned around and saw that there was only one table of female students in the store. He thought he had misheard and was about to leave.

"I told you to wait a moment, are you deaf?"

The man in sunglasses withdrew his foot that was about to kick him out and walked straight to the table of students. He pulled his sunglasses down a bit, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several people before finally settling on Li Jian's face: "Was it you who was speaking just now?"

Li Jian didn't even lift his eyelids: "I don't like people standing while talking to me."

The man in sunglasses paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter: "Alright, alright, that's the funniest joke I've heard all day. Where are you from? Who's the big boss?"

Li Jian said calmly, "Tell me my boss's name, and I'll give you a shock!"

The man in sunglasses picked at his ear, pretending to be all ears: "Tell me, I want to see what kind of big shot you are. In Hong Kong, the one who can scare me, Volcano, probably hasn't been born yet."

Bang!

The glass door of Kowloon Cafe was suddenly pushed open by an external force.

The blinding sunlight poured in through the open door crack, casting several long shadows onto the mottled floor tiles.

Several figures dressed in casual clothes but exuding a capable air filed in, their leather shoes making a clear sound on the damp ground.

Leading the way was Fei Sha, whose round body almost burst out of his light blue Hawaiian shirt. A gold chain swayed around his neck with each step, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were as sharp as a hawk's, taking in the entire ice room as he surveyed the surroundings.

Following closely behind was Qiu Gang'ao, who stood tall and straight, his black vest over his white T-shirt highlighting his muscular physique. His right hand remained in his pocket, his fingertips seemingly rubbing something.

The remaining people spread out in a fan shape.

The previously noisy atmosphere in the ice cream shop suddenly froze. The sound of straws piercing the bottom of milk tea cups, the buzzing of the ice shaver, and the clattering of the proprietress behind the counter tapping on a calculator all stopped. Everyone's eyes turned to the group of uninvited guests.

Fei Sha raised his chubby hand and picked up the ID card from his chest:

"Police are on duty; unrelated personnel should stay away!"

Although Fei Sha and his accomplices were dressed in plain clothes, they all had identification badges hanging around their necks.

Fei Sha pulled out his ID and waved it in front of the man in sunglasses: "Lu Huoshan, we now suspect you of engaging in organized crime activities. Please come with us for questioning."

"Triad activities? What the hell, officer? I just came out to eat a bowl of noodles, is that considered triad activity?" The man in sunglasses felt more wronged than Dou E.

Fei Sha said, "Why are you bringing so many people along when you're just eating a bowl of noodles?"

The man in sunglasses retorted, "Oh, my brothers haven't eaten, so we came out to eat together. Besides, this ice cream parlor is owned by my brother Nine-Dragon. I just brought them here to support him."

Fei Sha looked at Li Jian, unsure of what to say.

Li Jian nudged Lu Yao next to him and asked, "Yao Yao, did this person threaten you just now?"

Lu Yao understood immediately and said, "Sir, this guy in sunglasses came over and threatened us out of the blue, saying he was going to take us away to Qiangjian."

The man in sunglasses pointed at Lu Yao and shouted angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, don't make false accusations. When did I say I wanted to strengthen you?"

The three girls said in unison, "You did say that, you even said it was about three heroes fighting Lü Bu."

The man in sunglasses felt like he'd fallen into a mud pit; even if he wasn't in shit, he felt like he was in shit.

Fat Sha waved his hand and said, "Take them all!"

Even the "Volcano Brother" trick won't work on the police. "Sir, seriously? Give me some face."

Fei Sha asked, "Do you want a headgear?"

Volcano Bro, still wanting to save face, said, "Yes!"

A few minutes later.

Volcano Bro and the others were hooded and taken into a police van.

Kowloon Ice Room was also completely emptied.

This scene left Nine-Dragon and the others dumbfounded.

Yesterday's leather jacket guy and today's Volcano Bro, they were both very imposing when they first came in.

But a few minutes later it turned into a chick.

This disparity made several female students feel like it was all unreal.

Lu Yao asked in a low voice, "Brother Jian, when did you call the police?"

Li Jian said, "Call the police. I'm a policeman. I already told you that yesterday."