Hidden Assassin 277

It was late, the bright lights cast a stiff and artificial glow upon the hallway. Six or seven policemen emerged from their offices, looking at the chaos in the hallway. A young woman who had just graduated from school and joined the police force was napping in her office earlier, and the entire windowpane suddenly shattered and flew out. Now, the young clerk, frightened and confused, stood at the doorway, looking at the twisted and deformed window, then at the two teenagers facing off in front of her, completely dumbfounded.

The Muay Thai prince had just been brought in, and while Mu Qingqing may have been unaware of the situation, the officers in the few rooms below had already learned the details. Xiliwang and Cui Guohua were pushing and shoving each other, but outsiders couldn’t discern much about the situation. In a moment, everyone was uncertain about what to do, just looking on in confusion. In a few short seconds, Xiliwang began to feel something was wrong. According to his teachings, once an attack was launched, it should be relentless, like a raging storm, leaving the opponent no chance to breathe. But since being slapped in the face, Amrei had been standing there with his guard up, unsure if he was stunned or angered by the slap, his body even trembling slightly.

How much force could one slap have? Though the sound of the slap was loud, it was just an ordinary slap, more of an insult than an actual injury. Xiliwang, though a Muay Thai master, could only delay a special agent for so long. He inwardly grumbled for a few seconds before hearing Amrei shout, charging at the teenager in front of him again, fist raised!

At the same time, Cui Guohua pulled his hands back, shaking off Xiliwang’s hold, raising his gun: “Don’t move!” Xiliwang pressed down on his hand again. Cui Guohua’s eyes flashed with a fierce glint, ready to pull the trigger.

The next moment, the gun didn’t fire.

The two men’s movements had become more vigorous, and the two policemen nearby had also reacted, understanding that he was trying to stop the two foreigners from committing violence in the police station, reaching for their guns to assist. But in that instant, none of them had time to pull the trigger. Whether it was Cui Guohua, Xiliwang, or the police surrounding them, they were all drawn to the actions of the Vietnamese teenager in front of them.

The Muay Thai kid who had just shattered the iron window with a powerful whip leg, took two steps forward, his fist not fully extended, when his left leg strangely bent, causing his whole body to lose balance. He stumbled two steps to the left, finally straightening his left leg and stabilizing himself. He again assumed a Muay Thai stance, but it was no longer standard. Amrei shook his head slightly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. He pulled back his left hand, wiping the sweat from his face. On the third wipe, he subconsciously reached for his ear. One time, two times… In the bright light of the corridor, a trace of blood flowed from his left ear, following his touch and spreading across his cheek, making it particularly eye-catching…

The policeman standing not far from him could see even more clearly. As blood flowed from the boy’s ear, his nosebleed also gushed out as if a dam had broken, his left eye reddened with bloodshot, and his cheek was stained blood-red from the boy’s subconscious touch. After a while, he slowly raised his hand, staring intently at his bloodied hand, muttering a few Vietnamese words. His gaze then shifted to the young man in front of him.

“Uh, hey… don’t look at me like that… what’s wrong with you… are you sick… did you have an internal injury before? Hey… you you you… why are you looking at me like that? I just lightly slapped you…”

In front of him, Jia Ming seemed equally startled by this bizarre scene, talking nervously to himself as he defended himself. Looking at this unusual situation, his cheeks twitched slightly, his mouth twitching. He stepped back two steps to a safe distance, innocently spreading his hands, still holding the plastic bag filled with layered pancakes, which was innocently swaying in the air.

Seeing this happen, Xiliwang and Cui Guohua also stopped their tai chi push hands and walked towards them. Xiliwang helped his disciple sit down against the wall, examining his blood-soaked face, the two exchanging a few words in Thai, occasionally looking up at Jia Ming, who was standing nearby feigning innocence. Cui Guohua stood nearby, holding his gun, looking at Amrei on the ground, then at Jia Ming, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders, silently asking. Jia Ming pointed at the boy on the ground, then at his own cheek, then spread his hands, indicating innocence, implying, “I just lightly slapped him, who knew he was so fragile…”

“Ai, get the doctor, get the doctor…”

One slap had left someone in this state, the whole thing was simply unbelievable. Cui Guohua shook his head and told the police behind him to find a doctor as soon as possible. Still thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, a figure next to him rose like a thunderclap. Xiliwang charged straight at Jia Ming, and at the same time, Cui Guohua raised his hand, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

“Stop!”

“Bang!”

The bullet whistled past Xiliwang, shattering the porcelain tiles on the wall, and Jia Ming was sent flying by a powerful leg whip, slamming hard against the wall at the end of the corridor, slowly sliding to the ground.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to stop!”

Cui Guohua roared, pressing the muzzle of the gun directly against Xiliwang’s head. Now that Xiliwang had achieved his goal, he dared not continue to antagonize the real agent who was willing to fire, so he turned his head and looked at him coldly. While keeping an eye on Xiliwang, Cui Guohua shouted towards the end of the corridor: “Hey, are you okay? What will I tell your sister if you die!”

“Of course… I’m fine…” Rubbing his hands and chest, Jia Ming leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, resting for a moment before walking forward, picking up the bag of layered pancakes on the ground, “Good thing I’ve trained my escape and anti-strike abilities well. What Muay Thai master, I spit…”

Jia Ming spat a small mouthful of blood disdainfully onto the ground and wiped his mouth: “I heard that Muay Thai is the kind of boxing that can kill someone with one kick. Now even I can block it. Did you not eat today? Do you want some layered pancakes? I bought them on the way.”

Standing in front of the Muay Thai master whose forehead was pressed against the gun, Jia Ming raised the plastic bag in his hand expressionlessly, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Jia Ming then spat several more mouthfuls of bloody saliva onto the ground, then gave a middle finger, turning to leave: “Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk… Forget it, I’ll go to the detention room myself. You guys can investigate this matter slowly, but it has nothing to do with me. I only slapped him once, he ended up like this, he must have had an internal injury or something else… Didn’t they say that little Wu Ge gave him an iron mountain shoulder strike, tsk tsk, really amazing…”

Soon after, in a room on the first floor, Jia Ming pushed open the door and saw Lingjing and Sha Sha sitting inside. The TV in the corner of the room was playing a late-night soap opera, and there were juice and melon seeds in front of them.

“Wow, I thought you were going to suffer being captured, but you’re here on vacation! I should have come later.” Jia Ming closed the door with a smile. Xun stood up and bowed with her hands clasped in front of her. Sha Sha was not as polite, she rushed over and punched him.

“You still dare to say that, can we go now?”

“It was Cui Guohua who brought us here, saying we couldn’t refuse, and the TV was also brought in by his men.” Lingjing smiled from the side, “But we haven’t had a single sip.”

“Hehehe, no need to be so wary of them.” Jia Ming smiled, raising the bag in his hand, “We probably can’t leave for now, have you had your late-night snack?”

“Not yet.” Sha Sha smiled and took the bag of food, throwing a piece in her mouth first, “Hmm, right, what happened outside? It’s so chaotic, we seemed to hear gunshots… but Xun said it must be firecrackers…” They had been waiting to go out, but now that Jia Ming had come, they felt relieved and no longer had the intention of asking why they couldn’t leave for now.

Jia Ming looked at Yue Chi Xun who was sitting quietly beside him, then smiled and waved his hand: “I heard it too, it was firecrackers, but the chaos was caused by Meng Ge and the others. I’ll tell you later, come on, have some late-night snacks first. It’s okay to drink their drinks, don’t worry… I saw that the shop at the street corner wasn’t closed when I came, banana flavor, you always like to eat them, Xun, you eat too.”

“Yes.”

The quiet Japanese girl nodded, and also took a piece. The soap opera on TV was playing the usual melodramatic plot of separation and death, and Sha Sha watched with gusto. Lingjing, unlike her, was not so carefree. When she saw Jia Ming sitting next to her, she noticed the dust and stains on his back: “What happened to you? Your back is so dirty… Did you fight with someone…”

“Hmm, that Muay Thai kid was brought in by the police and was upset. He saw me and chased after me to beat me up, so I just gave him a light slap…” Jia Ming shrugged nonchalantly.

“A slap?” Lingjing thought for a moment and asked softly, looking at Jia Ming.

“Don’t worry.” Jia Ming smiled, “He won’t die.”

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The three girls who were deliberately arranged in this quiet corner did not know that because of this casual slap, the entire police station was in disarray. Of course, the most chaotic was this national security team led by Cui Guohua.

After the injured Amrei was taken away by ambulance, Cui Guohua found Little Wu: “Hey, I have a question for you. Did you use too much force with that iron mountain shoulder strike tonight?”

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