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Peter stood at around six feet three inches tall, while the last junkie was barely five feet eleven. After prolonged substance abuse, the man had long since hollowed himself out. He swung a stick at Peter's head.
Peter pressed his lips tightly together and retaliated by striking the man's stick with his own. Then, with a swift kick, he sent the junkie staggering backward. Unfortunately, Peter lost his footing and stepped on a hapless soul lying on the ground, causing him to lose control and tumble down the stairs. Seizing the opportunity, Peter rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of blows on the junkie, who cried out in pain.
Spitting on the man, Peter leaned against the wall, gasping for breath while clutching his stick. A sharp pain shot through his left arm, sending jolts of discomfort through his nerves. Suddenly, he was startled by a violent coughing fit and turned to see a bloodied junkie spitting up foam.
Having never witnessed such brutality before, especially not from his own hands, Peter felt a wave of dread wash over him. It was as if all his strength had been drained away. He sank down against the wall, trembling as he fumbled for his phone and instinctively dialed Old Father, his voice cracking with tears. "Dad, I think I killed someone! I think I killed someone!"
At home, Old Father was watching his wife play mahjong when he heard his son's panicked voice. Immediately, he grabbed his phone and rushed outside, slipping on his shoes as he spoke. "Don't worry; I'll call your uncle. No matter who comes, you need to make sure to hold your ground."
"Dad, it's too late! The police are here! And SWAT too! Help me!"
As Peter faced seven guns pointed at him, fear overwhelmed him and tears began to flow. At that moment, Lisa pushed through the officers and knelt beside Peter to wipe away his tears. "It's okay; it's okay. They're the bad guys."
"Are you hurt? Young man?" one of the officers asked with concern.
Peter sniffled and replied, "I got shot in the arm."
Before long, someone helped Peter out of the hallway. An officer pried open the mouth of the junkie lying on the ground, revealing a mouth full of blackened teeth that made him recoil in disgust. Soon after, he received a call from the chief: "What's going on?"
"The kid is fine; he got shot in the arm. But there are two people here who probably won't make it."
There was a moment of silence on the other end before the chief responded, "They're just trash; if they're dead, they're dead. If they're not dead, trace it back up to their gang. Igor, I'm about to retire; you need this achievement more than anything else right now."
Zhong Ren's eyes lit up. "I understand, Chief! I'll make sure to get it done beautifully."
After hanging up, he waved his hand and led his team upstairs. Due to excessive blood loss and overwhelming fear, Peter eventually passed out and was wheeled into surgery. Lisa couldn't hold back her frustration any longer and began punching and kicking Uncle Andong. "It's all your fault! Why do you know these kinds of people?"
Uncle Andong remained silent and endured her anger while Xu Li drove far away before receiving a call from Brother Ivan: "It's okay Misha; Peter killed a junkie. He did nothing wrong; in fact, he did something good! Besides, with me around, what do you have to be afraid of?"
Xu Li let out a sigh of relief and slammed on the brakes before pulling over to light a cigarette. "The kid was crying so hard earlier; I lost my composure for a moment."
"Hahaha!" Ivan laughed heartily. "It's fine Misha; just drive slowly. You should bring Anna or Eva along; the kid will need someone to take care of him in the hospital. Once everything settles down, I'll introduce you to some people—some might even be potential candidates for chief."
"Okay, I'm turning back now."
After hanging up with Ivan, Xu Li turned around and returned home to gather Anna and Eva before setting off again towards Irkutsk.
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