CHAPTER 1581: CHAPTER 1633: ASKING FOR HELP

The kick dislocated the black car driver’s internal organs, making him slide off the vehicle and hit the ground, clutching his stomach and dry heaving for a long time.

After Li Yifei delivered the kick, he didn’t stop. He walked over, grabbed the black car driver, and tossed him next to the driver’s door, coldly saying, "Open the trunk."

Holding a grown man with one hand, without even breaking a sweat, just by this strength alone, the black car driver knew he had messed with a tough guy this time. But he wasn’t afraid; the Capital City was right under the emperor’s feet, full of big officials and capable people. Even ordinary people of the Capital City looked down on outsiders.

So despite taking a couple of hits, the black car driver was still defiant. He forced himself to stand up, glaring at Li Yifei with hatred, cursing, "You little shit, I swear you’re done for. You dare hit me, do you even know who I am?"

Slap! What answered him was a slap that shattered two of his teeth, sending them flying out along with blood, as he crashed into the car door. Even at a time like this, he wanted to threaten Li Yifei, truly not knowing his place.

Li Yifei slapped him twice more, leaving the black car driver disoriented. Just as he was about to stop, he saw a few cars rushing from a distance, some painted like taxis, others looking like private vehicles.

These cars screeched to a stop, and the people inside got out. Seeing the situation already turning violent, they didn’t even bother asking about the cause. Yelling loudly, they charged over, some even wielding wrenches.

The dizzy black car driver saw reinforcements arriving, mumbled unclearly, "Go, hit him, I’ll cover the medical bills!"

These people were surprisingly united, actually attacking Li Yifei without a second thought, with wrenches and steel pipes flying everywhere.

More vehicles continued to arrive. In a traffic-congested Capital City, the efficiency of these people was impressive.

Li Yifei wasn’t polite either. Even if these people were innocent before, now that they were attacking him, they deserved a beating.

A few minutes later, all of them were lying on the ground, groaning and moaning, finally experiencing Li Yifei’s prowess.

Around them, many bystanders had gathered, with some already holding up their phones to record. Li Yifei walked to the black car, found a pack of disposable masks, and put one on. With today’s advanced technology, this incident would likely be online soon, so he had to be cautious, even if what he did was right.

After the black car drivers were beaten up, someone secretly called the police, and it wasn’t long before officers arrived on the scene.

The black car drivers, who had been subdued by Li Yifei earlier, started acting up again in the Public Security Bureau, feeling secure. Each pointed angrily at Li Yifei from a distance, mouths filled with foul language in the local dialect.

The police began taking statements, clearly showing partiality towards the locals. With Li Yifei’s standard Mandarin and his out-of-town home address, it was obvious the officers handling the case were biased.

As for the issue of the black cars on which Li Yifei insisted, those drivers had long agreed on a story and flatly denied it, with a lot of underhanded dealings involved. Li Yifei didn’t bother to argue. If they sided with these black car drivers, why waste his breath?

While heading to the Public Security Bureau, Li Yifei had made a call, and judging by the time, it should be about time.

He didn’t bother Old Master Su, nor did he contact Su Mengxin or other wives to help him find someone. It’s not that he couldn’t find anyone, but he didn’t want them to worry. Besides, dealing with a few black car drivers by involving such high-level people would be overkill. So Li Yifei just made a call to an old comrade. After retiring from the military, he returned to the Capital City and reportedly reached the deputy departmental level in the Public Security Bureau in recent years. Back in the forces, Li Yifei was the squad leader, and he was just a soldier. They weren’t very close, but recently, in a veterans’ group chat, he left his contact info for Li Yifei, saying to look him up when in the Capital City.

Li Yifei thought of it and made the call. The other party immediately agreed to come over after hearing.

Over ten minutes later, a black Audi drove into the Sub-bureau’s courtyard. The car window was plastered with various credentials. A not very tall man got out, not in a police uniform but a suit, holding a briefcase, slightly overweight with a noticeable protruding belly, and short, even thinning hair.

His car entered the courtyard without hindrance, and the line of badges on the window spoke of its unusual origins. The gatekeeper would only be asking for trouble if they messed with him.

As he walked into the police station, he heard shouts and curses. Following the sound, Yan Silong approached. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, seemingly unbothered, turning a corner to see a group of disgruntled men shouting, with a few police officers standing in between, and the person he was looking for sitting calmly on a chair, looking dazed, as if he wasn’t bothered by those yelling.

For some reason, upon seeing Li Yifei in this state, Yan Silong felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, as if his anger had been vented, as if he felt relieved, but he didn’t show it on his face.

He quickened his pace, squeezed through the shouting black market taxi drivers, and reached out to Li Yifei, saying, "Old captain, Yan Silong is late."

His appearance caused the black market taxi drivers to stop cursing, and several policemen handling the case stared at him in astonishment.

Li Yifei gathered himself, looked up at Yan Silong with an expression of not having heard clearly, glanced at Yan Silong’s outstretched hand, his eyebrows twitching, and after two or three seconds, he extended his hand to shake Yan Silong’s and stood up, saying, "Not late, I leave the matters here to you."

Yan Silong laughed heartily, shaking his head repeatedly, patting Li Yifei’s shoulder, and said, "Captain, this is a minor issue. You don’t have to worry about it; leave it all to me. Just a few black market taxi drivers, what waves can they cause!"

The black market taxi drivers across the way understood, damn it, so that bastard found a backup, doesn’t take us seriously, how can this be tolerated? Several of them immediately went wild with curses: "Who the hell are you, putting on airs here!"

"Police, is your Public Security Bureau a marketplace? Anyone can come in?"

A crowd started clamoring, but Li Yifei remained silent, observing Yan Silong. This once mediocre soldier, with average results in training and across the board, was presenting quite the spectacle today.

Yan Silong casually glanced at the black market taxi drivers, lowered his eyelids, directly took out a badge from his pocket, threw it to a policeman, and said coldly, "You know what’s going on here. This is my old captain. You figure it out yourselves. I’ll be asking your chief about the progress."

The black market taxi drivers were slightly stunned, listening to this tone, seemed this man in a black suit was quite someone important?

Several policemen took the badge and checked it out, also a bit disbelieving. The position on it was from a certain department of the Public Security Bureau, a Deputy Departmental Level. Not too high, not too low, and indeed, the department could speak to the sub-bureau chief.

The policemen exchanged looks, then one who had been sitting all along stood up, proactively returned the badge, extended his hand, and said, "Oh, I see, a colleague from above. Here’s the situation: we’ve got a pretty good understanding of the case. Indeed, these taxi drivers were out of line, but your friend has quite a temper too. Even if it’s a black market taxi, you can’t just hit people, so how about..."

Yan Silong interrupted him, turned back to Li Yifei, and asked, "Old captain, did you hit anyone?"

Before Li Yifei could answer, the black market taxi drivers on the other side shouted, "How could he not have hit? Look at us, who here didn’t get hit? Look at me, damn it; just because you’re an official, does that mean you can hit people casually?"

The most unfortunate was the black market taxi driver who clashed with Li Yifei, having lost two teeth. Instead of going to the hospital, he insisted on coming to the Public Security Bureau. Hearing Yan Silong’s question, he immediately spat out a bloody sputum and said unclearly, "Damn it, if he doesn’t give me justice today, I’m going to bash my head here, let’s see who suffers when it blows up."

Even if these people weren’t clamoring, Yan Silong knew that Li Yifei had definitely started a fight. He had a reason for asking this.

"Shut up!" Yan Silong shouted at them, turned to Li Yifei, and asked, "Old captain, I know you too well, you’d only hit someone for a reason."

Li Yifei chuckled and said, "There was a reason indeed."

Yan Silong then said, "But it’s different in the military compared to society. In the military, if you hit someone, you hit them; out here, hitting someone becomes a hassle." As he spoke, Yan Silong looked somewhat troubled. Before Li Yifei could say anything, Yan Silong quickly added, "But you’re my old captain, and you’ve sought my help. There’s trouble but I must stand up, been comrades for so many years, can’t let you down."

This boaster thumping his chest only made Li Yifei find it amusing. He had felt something was off with Yan Silong earlier but now finally understood — Yan Silong was clearly showing off.

Indeed, that was Yan Silong’s idea. Back in the military, Li Yifei was not only the captain of the Flying Hawk Squad but also the first in every honor and competition. As for Yan Silong, who was just a regular soldier then, he was only known for dragging the team down and hardly ever got any limelight. Later feeling pointless, he opted for early retirement back to civilian life. Fortunately, having family connections allowed him to rise through ranks smoothly.

He was different from other comrades, not having a profound camaraderie with Li Yifei, and had no contact. It’s just upon hearing that Li Yifei had also retired, he left a contact for him to perhaps have drinks sometime. Most importantly, to let the old captain see how well he had done, while the once so formidable Li Yifei, after retiring, was still stuck where he was.

Doing well in society, that was truly doing well. Old captain, getting ripped off taking a taxi, what good’s a fight if you still have to ask someone else to help you solve the troubles. Thinking this, Yan Silong’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk.