Chapter 23 Part 2

He really flew.

The way Lu Yan was knocked flying was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, like a sharp, almost perfectly straight parabola.

Xiao Heng: "..."

Brother Wei: "..."

Zhang Xiaohui: "..."

Xiao Heng finally understood why this person always ran when he fought.

Because he simply.

Couldn't win.

Not only were the few of them struck speechless with shock, but the fugitive Suspect Wang himself also clearly found it unbelievable—so unbelievable that for a moment, he forgot to run: "...?"

Lu Yan finally landed opposite the trash can.

The flight distance was about two meters. Fortunately, his injuries weren't severe. Because the distance was short and he had found his center of gravity, he only scraped some skin on his hand when he used it to break his fall on the rough flagstones.

Brother Wei was dumbfounded. It took him a long while to find his voice: "Brother Yan, you... you were defeated way too quickly."

Brother Wei added: "A man can't be too fast..."

Zhang Xiaohui caught sight of the fugitive out of the corner of his eye and patted Brother Wei: "Brother! He's... he's running! The guy's running again!"

Only then did Brother Wei react, taking off after him: "You, stop right there!"

So awkward.

Awkward and humiliating.

Lu Yan sat on the ground, rubbing his wrist.

Even though he had been through so many trials and tribulations, he didn't know what kind of expression to wear in front of his Squad 63 teammates.

Just moments ago, he had boasted to a certain young master and even sworn on his dignity: I am a dog!

I'll kneel and call you Dad!

...

Lu Yan's mind raced with thoughts in this awkward atmosphere. Just as he was thinking about the word 'Dad', he heard a voice: "Hey."

Lu Yan looked up.

He found Xiao Heng squatting in front of him.

Xiao Heng's eyelids were half-drooped as he reached a hand out to him.

After holding it out for a moment, he seemed to get impatient and said again: "Hand."

Lu Yan felt he needed to explain: "It was all an accident. I was just about to knock him down..."

Lu Yan couldn't finish his sentence.

Xiao Heng directly grabbed his hand, pulled it towards himself, and looked down at his palm.

The dead-end alley was pitch black, with only the moonlight faintly pouring down from above, shining on the flagstone ground as if creating colorful ripples. Other than a scraped bit of skin, there was no problem.

Xiao Heng was about to let go, but as he looked, his attention drifted. He had long known this person's fingers were slender and long, but only now, holding them, did he realize just how fucking long they were.

Xiao Heng's gaze shifted upwards again.

He discovered a layer of calluses on Lu Yan's fingertips.

"It's nothing." Lu Yan pulled his hand back. "It's not injured there, it's not like it's broken. I'll just disinfect it when I get back."

Xiao Heng didn't say much else.

He stood up, his tone flat: "Let's go, dog son." At the end, he looked down at him again, "Can you stand up?"

He said 'dog son' so damn smoothly.

"..."

Lu Yan wanted to smash the nearby trash can over this person's head.

The dozens of people who had participated in the chase earlier still hadn't given up. Even though they had lost the target, they were still searching the streets and alleys with lights.

When Brother Wei caught the fugitive and called to inform Lu Yan, he was arguing with Xiao Heng about the title "dog son."

"Who's your son?"

"Tsk, someone was eager to acknowledge a dad himself."

"..."

Brother Wei shouted excitedly over the phone: "We caught him! At the back gate of our residential area! I pinned him to the ground, got him completely subdued."

"Brother, let's not talk about that first," Lu Yan said, squatting at the entrance of the dead-end alley, "Remind me again that murder is illegal."

The fugitive was indeed pinned to the ground.

Brother Wei had also used a thick hemp rope he had tucked into his waistband beforehand to tie him up securely. From a distance, Lu Yan could see the fugitive trussed up like a hairy crab.

Brother Wei patted his head: "You! I'm asking you, why did you buy orange juice?"

Although Lu Yan's combat record just now was "illustrious"—getting sent flying with one hit—he adjusted his mentality quickly. Appearing before the fugitive Suspect Wang again, he once more had an "I'm the fucking boss" look.

—You're the one lying on the ground now, and I'm the one standing here, looking down my nose at you.

Lu Yan took his phone out of his pocket, turned on the flashlight, and squatted to the side, shining it on him, just like an interrogation scene from TV: "Speak."

The fugitive had been chased all night, and his spirit was broken. Facing the bright light, he said through tears: "...Please let me go, big brothers."

Brother Wei: "What was your motive for buying orange juice?!"

The fugitive completely broke down: "I was thirsty!"

The fugitive sobbed: "Can't I even buy an orange juice because I'm thirsty! I was born and raised in the Lower District for so many years, and I've never seen a small shop rich enough to install security cameras! Who knew I'd be filmed! Who knew so many of you had nothing better to do than to stare at me! Has it been easy for me!"

Lu Yan: "..."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Brother Wei: "..."

Zhang Xiaohui: "..."