Chapter 2: The Fat Sheep That Got Away

Going home?

Several people hearing this were all taken aback.

Li Yihu said, puzzled: "Why go home? We, we aren't going to avenge Brother Zhang?"

Li Jiaci said: "Even if we want to take revenge, it's not today."

"Brother!"

"I've found out clearly, Zhao Pangzi didn't bring many people today."

Zhao Chen said excitedly: "If we miss this chance, it will be hard to find such an opportunity again!"

They were all orphans without parents or support.

After the orphanage closed, if it weren't for Zhang Shiqiang pitying them, protecting them, and giving them food, they would have long ago starved to death in some corner.

And Li Jiaci, how could he not know gratitude?

In his previous life, it was precisely for this favor that he, without hesitation, brought his brothers to kill Zhao Pangzi.

But what was the result?

Three brothers died miserably, and he and the other two almost lost their lives on that land where warfare still rages to this day.

Li Jiaci fell silent for a moment.

Still, he decided to let them see for themselves.

"Chu Qiang!"

"Drive out from the right-side alley and park the car by the road."

Zhang Chuqiang didn't think much of it.

He immediately followed Li Jiaci's instructions.

After stopping the car at the roadside, looking up they could see the Ye Huo Ge Wu Ting with its huge neon sign.

Now is precisely the time when the Ye Huo Ge Wu Ting's business is booming.

Under the glittering neon sign's light, large crowds of men and women could be clearly seen rushing in.

Most of the men wore floral shirts and jeans, some with a flight jacket, or simply a loose Western-style suit.

As for the women, the varieties were even more: floral dresses, big waves, bun hairstyles, and some daringly wore miniskirts with black thigh-high stockings, looking hot and sexy.

They gathered in twos and threes, either chatting and laughing, or walking into the song and dance hall arm in arm.

At that moment, Li Jiaci raised his hand and pointed to the opposite alley: "Look carefully inside!"

Although several people didn't understand Li Jiaci's meaning, they all turned their gazes to that small alley.

Although the street at this moment was not as brightly lit as it would be twenty years later.

But the dim yellow light from the low streetlamps was enough for them to clearly see the Santana sedan parked inside and the two Maozi smoking by the car.

"Look further ahead."

Li Jiaci again raised his hand, pointing to the edge of the parking lot in front of the Ye Huo Ge Wu Ting's gate.

There stood a row of four people; although they were in plain clothes, their demeanor and behavior were completely different from the patrons, making their identities obvious.

"Holy shit."

Li Yihu widened his eyes in surprise and said: "How come there are so many Maozi here?"

"No way."

"Damn, Zhao Pangzi actually set up an ambush with Maozi?"

"Brother, thanks to you spotting this early, if we really started fighting, we'd all be screwed today……"

Seeing this, everyone felt a lingering fear.

If they hadn't spotted these Maozi early, once they started fighting, they'd likely have no chance to escape and would be caught.

Li Jiaci was also silently watching those people.

He hadn't just discovered them now; in his previous life he had already noticed them.

But back then, his mind was set on revenge, and he never connected it to that.

And during the following twenty-odd years, he constantly regretted his oversight.

If he had kept even a shred of calm back then, would any of those later events have happened?

But there are no 'ifs' in this world; in his previous life he could only stand before his brothers' graves, repeatedly repenting before those black-and-white photos.

Now, returning to the street that had given him nightmares for over twenty years, seeing those people again, Li Jiaci hesitated not at all and directly told Zhang Chuqiang to drive the car away.

This time.

Zhang Chuqiang also didn't hesitate, and nobody tried to stop him.

As the car drove farther and farther away, leaving that street.

Li Jiaci's heart also gave rise to an unreal, illusory feeling.

He couldn't help but pinch his own thigh.

"Ouch!"

He wasn't dreaming.

Everything happening before his eyes was real.

This instant.

Li Jiaci suddenly wanted to burst into tears.

He truly changed his own fate and that of his brothers, and finally freed himself from the nightmare that had plagued him for years.

……

At the same time, inside the alley.

Inside a brand-new Santana sedan.

Seeing the white minivan parked at the roadside start up, the uniformed youth in the driver's seat immediately reached over and shook awake the middle-aged person beside him.

"Wake up, Lin Ge!"

"The van's moving—are they about to make a move? Should we just grab them?"

The middle-aged man called Lin Ge impatiently brushed off the youth's hand.

"Screw that."

"They're just a bunch of petty thugs—what's the point of holding them down?"

Lin Ge, annoyed, pulled his clothing over his head and said, "Let's wait until they come out before we decide."

"Huh?"

The uniformed youth stared blank for a moment, then said, "What if they really do something in there?"

"Heh."

"What I want is for them to cause some trouble inside and come out."

"Otherwise, what's the point of us lying in wait here?"

Lin Ge lowered his clothing, his gaze falling on the uniformed youth's face: "You've been on the team for a few years—you should know that if we today arrest a couple of petty thugs, the higher-ups won't even give us a word of praise; they'll even scold us for meddling and wasting resources."

"But if we today capture a murderer, a member of a black‑evil force, it not only counts as merit, there's also a bonus."

Lin Ge reached over and patted the shoulder of the uniformed youth, his eyes full of cunning: "You, just relax and wait to collect the reward."

"All right!"

"I'll sleep a bit more; you keep watching."

"When something happens, call me."

Before the uniformed youth could respond.

The walkie‑talkie lying on the control panel suddenly rang.

"Lin Ge!"

"Something seems off."

The person on the other end of the walkie‑talkie said, "Those folks turned around in front of the wildfire—are they trying to run?"

"What?"

Lin Ge sprang up from his seat.

As he lifted his head, he happened to see that white minivan speeding past.

He had even already written his promotion application in advance, but the fat sheep right at his lips just slipped away…