CHAPTER 304: CHAPTER 304: SAVING SOMEONE

Although Lin Mengyao looked quite aggressive, her physique and the inherent stereotypes Americans have towards Chinese people made them dismissively overlook her, which gave Lin Mengyao an opportunity.

Just as the policewoman’s taser was about to strike Lin Mengyao, Lin Mengyao swiftly countered, turning her hand into a blade, and struck the woman’s nerve junction. Taking advantage of the moment when the policewoman lost her grip, she snatched the taser and used it on her.

As the policewoman’s body trembled, the male officer who expected to watch the show and hear Lin Mengyao plead realized something was wrong. Before he could approach Lin Mengyao with his baton, the policewoman crumpled to the ground as if boneless, rolling her eyes and occasionally twitching.

The male officer was obviously unprepared for such an event, and his momentary shock was caught entirely by Lin Mengyao.

"Don’t come closer. The taser in my hand isn’t exactly forgiving; one careless move and it might just land on you," Lin Mengyao warned coldly, holding the taser. She stared fiercely at the male officer holding a baton, showing no signs of the anxiety from taking down a cop moments earlier nor the tension expected when facing another. She seemed as calm as a robot.

On the other side, the male officer who had given Xu Ke ten minutes to change returned to the room, his face ominously dark, as nothing had transpired during those ten minutes. He felt deceived by Xu Ke.

"You Asians are truly a vile race, habitual liars. Every one of you lying yellow-skinned people should be executed. If you don’t want to get hit, hurry up and change your clothes," the male officer said, slamming the table vehemently.

Xu Ke opened his eyes amidst the officer’s tirade, got up from his seat, and approached the prison attire. With the officer unprepared, Xu Ke flipped the clothing onto the floor and, to the officer’s disbelief, even stepped on it a few times.

"I won’t wear it. I already told you to treat me with respect," Xu Ke said with a slight, almost imperceptible smile, his voice cold.

"Pick up the clothes," the male officer said sternly. His gaze towards Xu Ke now carried a bloody hint, clearly showing that if not for the uniform restraining him, he would have attacked Xu Ke.

Xu Ke stood still, not speaking but clearly showing his defiance.

The male officer, convinced Xu Ke had no real backing, swung his baton towards Xu Ke’s head in anger, still simmering from the earlier deception.

With a vengeful look, the male officer saw Xu Ke make a subtle step backward, easily dodging the baton, which didn’t come anywhere close to Xu Ke.

Xu Ke, unwilling to endure silently, formed his hand into a blade, striking hard on the male officer’s elbow, dislodging the baton with a resounding crack that felt like a slap in the officer’s face, further distorting his already menacing expression.

"You dare fight back? I’m going to make you pay for this. You yellow-skinned monkeys can’t just come to America whenever you please," snarled the male officer, spitting on the floor, before charging at Xu Ke with arms wide, like a bear ready to pounce.

Yet, Xu Ke leapt into the air, his knee landing squarely on the officer’s chin, ruining his plan and causing further injury.

Defeated again and again, the male officer’s desire for victory was fully aroused, ignoring the police station’s surveillance. His mindset was totally consumed with the battle, leaving only a singular goal: to beat Xu Ke and hear him plead.

Unlike the reckless male officer, Xu Ke remained calm and rational, as if toying with a monkey, only defending and never attacking first. He dealt just enough physical harm to be bothersome but not deadly, and the accumulating minor injuries soon covered the male officer.

As the male officer pulled himself from the ground again, preparing to confront Xu Ke anew, the interrogation room door opened from outside, and in first walked a middle-aged man in a navy blue officer uniform, followed by a Chinese man in a black uniform.

"Mr. Xu, we’re here to process your bail. Please cooperate with our investigation, and once everything is confirmed, you will be sent back to your home country," said the man in black, wearing silver rimmed glasses, in a warm yet elegant tone.

"Alright," Xu Ke replied softly, adjusting his disheveled clothes from the earlier struggle. His innocent expression and mellow voice seemed to satisfy the newcomers. Xu Ke added, "My wife was also arrested. She’s Chinese too, and I hope you can get her out as well," he said sincerely.

The man who had been beaten and swollen finally spoke with difficulty, "They can’t be let go. Not only did they hit locals, but they also attacked me, a police officer. Such egregious behavior can’t be allowed to go unpunished," the male officer said angrily, holding his sore spots.

"Saying it like that, I also feel we shouldn’t leave so easily. My wife and I were simply enjoying the park when an American man accosted us with vile language and then attacked us. Yet, the police only came to arrest us without even questioning or investigating, instead of forcing us into prison clothes and attempting to beat me. I initially thought to let it go, but now I want justice. Until I get an explanation, I won’t leave," Xu Ke said, determinedly.

Backed by actions, Xu Ke sat defiantly, looking sideways at the two new arrivals at the door, clearly not intending to comply until given a satisfying explanation.

The government official sent to resolve this couldn’t help but rub his forehead at Xu Ke’s stance, realizing this ’simple’ retrieval had turned into handling a hot potato. China and the US were still maintaining diplomatic relations, and it wasn’t wise to provoke the other government over such a trifle, in his view. Xu Ke’s stance came off as naive to him.