From Igniting Talent to Becoming a Demon God Section 28

Night lay thick over everything, and the dim yellow streetlights barely illuminated the corners of the block.

A few minutes later, Lu Chao was crouched beneath a utility pole, a black Colt Pistol now in his hand.

The unconscious man in front of him had a cracked jawbone, his face swollen and deformed. His baseball cap and mask had both been removed.

Yellow hair, a familiar face, and a piece of gauze still wrapped around his forehead.

It was shockingly the yellow-haired youth who had caused trouble at Dreamfire Bar that day, then been knocked out and thrown out by him.

"It's actually him."

Lu Chao frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind.

The other party had clearly come for revenge over what had happened that day. That truly exceeded his expectations, to the point that it even felt somewhat absurd.

Then he shook his head.

Lu Chao shifted his gaze toward the dark street ahead.

The dim yellow streetlights on both sides barely lit up parts of the area, while deeper in, everything was pitch-black and hard to make out.

He still subconsciously thought of the two masked men he had seen that day at the entrance to Factory Street.

Those cold eyes that had sized him up like prey, and that inexplicable oppressive aura—even though they had only locked eyes from a distance, it was still hard to forget.

Because of that.

When he had sensed danger earlier, he had once thought it was those two, so he had been especially vigilant.

"Looks like it wasn't them."

Lu Chao's eyes flickered. He was well aware of the gap between the yellow-haired youth and those two men.

That kind of presence couldn't be faked.

"Still..."

Pulling his thoughts back, Lu Chao looked at the Colt Pistol in his hand.

"This isn't too bad either."

"If I hadn't been wary because of that and gone all out, I probably really would've taken two bullets."

He felt somewhat glad that he had been decisive earlier. If not, the person lying on the ground right now might very well have been him.

Thinking of this, Lu Chao looked again at the unconscious yellow-haired youth.

How should he deal with this guy?

Buzz!!

A dozen or so minutes later, after Lu Chao finished making a phone call.

Two thick beams of light could be seen shining from the distant end of the street, rather dazzling, while the low, powerful roar of an engine rapidly drew closer.

"They're here."

Lu Chao's heart stirred. He stood in place, anticipation in his eyes as he waited in relief.

Before long, a black Ruiguang sedan drove into the street, then came to his side with a sharp, clean drift.

When the window rolled down, a familiar face appeared in the driver's seat.

"Brother Qiang."

"You've got some guts, kid, calling Brother Hao this late."

Zhou Qiang got out of the car, and the closing door made a soft thud.

"Sorry, Brother Qiang."

Lu Chao smiled helplessly. This was the result he had come to after thinking it over.

Murder was a serious crime in the Alliance State. He couldn't dirty his own hands and leave a pile of trouble behind just because the yellow-haired youth had come for revenge.

Besides, the other party had come for revenge because of the incident at the bar, so to a certain extent, this counted as a "workplace accident" for him.

After thinking it over and still not knowing how to eliminate the future trouble, he could only turn to Brother Hao.

"What are you looking at? Brother Hao's still busy, so of course I'm the one handling it."

Seeing Lu Chao glance at the back seat, Zhou Qiang snapped irritably.

Then he looked Lu Chao up and down. Only after confirming that he wasn't injured did his expression ease, and he nodded lightly in relief.

"It's good you're not hurt."

"As for this bastard..."

Zhou Qiang turned his head to look at the ground, at the yellow-haired youth lying off to the side.

His brows furrowed slightly. On the way here, he had already learned the details.

Immediately after, he wasted no words.

He stepped closer and made as if to kick the yellow-haired youth on the ground.

"Still playing dead, are you!"

"Ah!!"

A pig-slaughtering scream rang out, and the yellow-haired young man's eyes flew open.

His body trembled and twitched with fear. His eyes were wide, his jawbone cracked and misshapen, his face full of pain and terror as he let out muffled, indistinct whimpers.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"I was wrong, wrong, I really was wrong!!"

He hurriedly begged for mercy, but Zhou Qiang kicked him down again.

Then he crouched, grabbed the mess of yellow hair on his head, his face fierce, and pressed him about where the pistol had come from.

From the back-and-forth of questions and answers, Lu Chao quickly learned the whole story.

Just as he had guessed, this yellow-haired guy had been unable to swallow what had happened back then, so he had gone to the black market and bought a pistol.

The Alliance State's gun control was not especially strict, and firearms were allowed to be traded on the market.

As long as one obtained a gun permit, or had a special status similar to a patrol officer, one could legally carry a gun.

"Little Lu, do you trust me?"

Only after finishing his questioning did Zhou Qiang let go of the yellow-haired man, then pick up the Colt Pistol.

Seeing him look over, his tone solemn and a faint ferocity on his face, Lu Chao's heart skipped as an ominous guess rose in him.

"Brother Qiang, you're not going to..."

"What are you thinking?"

Seeing at a glance that his thoughts had gone astray, Zhou Qiang almost laughed from anger and immediately cut him off. "How many times has Brother Hao said it? Don't go fighting and killing at the drop of a hat. Learn to use your brain."

"Murder is against the law, and it's easy to dirty both our hands. Something like this, of course we report it to the Patrol Bureau."

As he spoke, he gestured with the Colt Pistol in his hand and said with surprising clarity, "Carrying a gun without a permit, intent to injure someone—this counts as a serious crime even in the Alliance State."

"Once this bastard goes in, with the gang doing a little work on the side, he won't be coming out for at least a dozen years..."

He said it right in front of the yellow-haired man without the slightest scruple, making the other party tremble in terror.

Lu Chao let out a breath of relief when he heard that. He truly did not want anyone's life to be lost either.

Handing him over to the Patrol Bureau was not bad. At least there would be no need to worry about retaliation afterward.

Seeing that he agreed, Zhou Qiang smiled, then reached out and lightly patted him on the shoulder.

Just like that, the matter was settled. Lu Chao did not involve himself further afterward.

He merely waited there with him, watching as the patrol car slowly drove over.

Red and blue lights flashed continuously atop the car. Quite a few people on Factory Street were awakened by the commotion, their sweet dreams interrupted.

Some turned on the lights and opened their windows, poking their heads out curiously, while others came downstairs to gather around and ask what was going on.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Yuanqing was wearing a tank top and shorts. After learning the details, he had rushed downstairs at once.

Now he was circling around Lu Chao, looking him up and down with concern in his eyes, helping check whether he had any wounds.

"I'm fine."

Lu Chao shook his head lightly. The appearance of his good friend brought a trace of warmth to his heart.

Patiently dealing with the other man's concern, he took the opportunity to look across the way.

Three patrol officers got out of the parked patrol car, two men and one woman.

Zhou Qiang went over to negotiate with one of them, while the yellow-haired young man who had committed the crime was cuffed, crouching to one side with his face bruised and swollen as he underwent a temporary interrogation.

"It's her?"