Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 450 Traffic Lights

The blond guy was the worst; he had a cigarette almost burned down to the filter in his mouth, and the ash was blowing all over his face.

As they drove over the potholes, they all yelled at the same time, their six legs, clad in tight loafers, sticking up in unison, looking like three frogs whose tails had been stepped on.

The speaker strapped to the back of the car was playing: "I roam freely, dominating the world—"

A standard traffic light combination.

The energetic young man glanced back at the Mercedes-Benz and simultaneously raised his middle finger: "Damn, so what if you have money? You still have to obediently give up your parking space for me, damn it!"

The three young men were dressed in rags, with strange tattoos on their thighs, arms, and foreheads.

The three energetic young men spat at Jimmy, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and said, "Damn it, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before? If you keep looking, I'll smash your glasses in."

Jimmy was dressed in a well-tailored navy blue suit today, the Italian lambskin fabric gleaming subtly under the lights.

The thin chain of his gold-rimmed glasses dangled behind his ears, swaying gently as he flipped through documents, and occasionally a shrewd glint flashed across the lenses.

He wore a platinum lapel pin at the third button of his shirt, and a Patek Philippe moon phase watch dial peeked out from his cuff.

As he played with the pen, the jade ring on his ring finger complemented the gilded clip of the pen.

The most amazing thing was those Oxford shoes; the mirror-polished toe could reflect the distorted image of the investor across the conference table.

Jimmy adjusted his glasses. "These kids nowadays are like mothers who have given birth to children but no mothers to raise them. I'll go ask them how they want to die."

Li Jian quickly pulled him aside and said, "Don't rush, let's go inside and take a look."

Park the car.

Li Jian and Jimmy walked into Kowloon Cafe.

It was lunchtime, and Kowloon Cafe was bustling with noise. The greasy glass door kept opening and closing, bringing in waves of heat and a chorus of "Excuse me!"

The six faded plastic square tables were all crowded with people. One uncle in work clothes was even squatting next to the refrigerator eating his food, with an old newspaper tucked into his safety helmet as a plate.

At the round table in the innermost room, three construction workers were using wrenches to pry open beer bottle caps, and no one cared that foam splashed onto the suit of the white-collar worker next door.

A dozen or so takeout boxes were piled up at the kitchen's food preparation area. The owner, with strands of hair stuck to his greasy forehead, yelled at the kitchen staff while making change, "Table 13 wants to add an order of stir-fried beef noodles!"

The ceiling fan whirred weakly overhead, unable to disperse the white steam rising from the steamer.

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the table in the corner—someone had used chopsticks to pry open the last bottle of ice-cold beer.

"What would you two like to eat?" A long-haired man who looked like Chan Ho-nam walked over, holding an account book in his hand.

Li Jian said, "Iced Pineapple Bun."

The man's medium-length black hair was casually tied back, with a few loose strands hanging down his neck, slightly curled from sweat. The collar of his white uniform was stained with faint yellow, and the four red characters "Kowloon Ice Room" on the left chest were somewhat frayed, with the last stroke of the embroidered thread on the second "Dragon" character completely missing, resembling a mangled and broken character.

Li Jian knew that the person in front of him was his former henchman, Nine-Dragon.

I had just ordered my food when a few female students at the next table exclaimed, "Wow, you're new here, you're so handsome!"

A short-haired girl said, "Handsome, I'd like a Love A Meal, plus a hot pizza."

Nine-Striped Dragon asked, "What is this?"

The short-haired girl said, "Four A meals and a hot pizza."

The girl with the ponytail next to the short-haired girl said, "Look at him, his upper body is so handsome, but his lower body is... sigh, what a waste, legs that are different lengths."

The short-haired girl said, "No, I think it's cool."

At this time.

The three energetic young men who had entered earlier at the traffic lights also noticed the female students.

The green-haired youth said, "Look, a schoolgirl, she's really hot."

The blond-haired youth and the red-haired youth shouted together at the group of female students: "Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

One of the male students angrily shouted, "Hey, what the hell are you yelling about?!"

The green-haired, yellow-haired, and red-haired youths immediately retorted: "What? You think you can't handle me? Where are you from? My boss is a master of PvP!"

The three female and male students retorted, "So what if you're good at PK? My boss is Ma Jiaohong!"

Not to be outdone, Green Hair slammed his hand on the table, knocking over a teacup.

Jimmy was talking to Li Jian when he heard the commotion and frowned: "Brother Jian, should I teach them a lesson?"

Li Jian said, "No rush, let them bite for a while."

Nine-Dragon walked over and wiped the table: "Sorry, the water spilled."

The two sides exchanged blows, and it looked like they were about to fight.

bang——

Suddenly, the restaurant door was opened from the outside, and a group of people in leather jackets and jeans rushed in.

The man at the head was lean and wiry, standing a head shorter than those around him in the crowd, but his 1.6-meter height exuded an undeniable aura.

Brown sunglasses covered most of his face, and the bewildered expressions of the diners around him were reflected in the lenses.

The brown leather jacket was clearly a size too big, with the shoulder seam sagging down to his elbows, which only made the centipede-like scar on his neck look even more grotesque.

A cell phone tucked into his waistband was visible beneath the hem of his leather jacket, jiggling as he kicked over the stool.

What's most striking is the row of three ear piercings on his left ear, all of which are now empty, leaving only a clear notch in the ear cartilage—as if they had been forcibly torn off by some sharp instrument.

As the eyes hidden behind sunglasses swept across the room, several regular diners had already silently put down their chopsticks.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a face that was so hideous it was utterly repulsive.

The man in the leather jacket was wearing a red shirt underneath. He turned to his henchman and said, "What's wrong? Are you mute? Call someone."

A group of thugs stood up and shouted, "Brother Long!"

Nine-Dragon chuckled twice, then turned and walked towards the bar.

The man in the leather jacket quickly caught up and said, "Brother Long, I came here as soon as I heard you were back. When you had the accident in Elephant Country, Volcano asked us to go and help, so we went. But I made it clear to them that I would rejoin the team as soon as you came back."

Nine-Dragon said, "What team should I join? As a waiter? Interested?"

The man in the leather jacket said, "Brother Long, stop messing with me. I really want to follow you."

The schoolgirl with the ponytail pointed at Nine-Dragon and whispered, "So he's Nine-Dragon."

The short-haired schoolgirl said, "Didn't you say he had legs that were different lengths?"

Nine-Dragon looked at the man in the leather jacket and said, "I'm not playing anymore."

The man in the leather jacket shook his head: "No, I..."

Nine-Dragon waved to Brother Kang and said, "Brother Kang, give him a uniform, or let's go."

The man in the leather jacket looked like he'd just eaten shit, lowered his head, and said, "I'm leaving, bye."