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As we were both at a loss, a dark object buzzed towards us from the shadows beneath the streetlight, flashing a red light. It turned out to be a drone equipped with night vision cameras!
The Midnight Intrusion was here, and it was either harassment or revenge! The drone was quite large, hovering outside the window. Perhaps it had caught sight of me and Brother Biao, as it suddenly swooped closer to the window. A blast of high-pressure gas shot into the room from the drone.
In an instant, we realized that things had taken a turn for the worse: the pungent smell made us choke, tears streaming down our faces as we coughed uncontrollably, our eyes burning with pain and unable to see anything clearly.
Then came a loud crashing sound from the roll-up door on the first floor, as if someone was violently breaking in, accompanied by clattering and the sound of metal tearing.
In this urgent situation, I quickly regained my composure; my grandfather's words echoed in my mind: "Stay calm in small matters, don't panic in big ones." I grabbed a piece of clothing from the bedside and tossed it to Brother Biao. "Wet this in the bathroom and cover your face! Then lock the door to the second floor!"
Brother Biao hesitated, "What did you throw me? It smells sour and awful!"
I didn't have time to respond. I snatched an unopened can of beer from the nightstand and hurled it at the buzzing drone's red light with all my might.
With a loud bang, the can burst open, spraying beer everywhere. The drone took a hit, wobbling uncontrollably before plummeting like a headless fly.
With the threat gone from the window, I leaped onto the windowsill and kicked down the aluminum frame that had lost its glass. Then I jumped down from a height of four or five meters.
In the shadows beneath the streetlight were several sports cars I had seen earlier that day. The middle one, a Polkades Kepler, had its hazard lights flashing, and a familiar figure was fumbling with its controls inside. "What kind of crap did Fatty buy? It's useless..."
It was Zhang Lingyun; some people just never change their ways.
In an instant, I reached the line of sports cars, and Zhang Lingyun noticed me rushing towards him. His expression was one of familiarity mixed with fear.
"Fatty! Stilt! Help me!"
Downstairs at Funeral Home, several people who were fiercely wielding fire axes and crowbars paused at Zhang Lingyun's desperate cries for help.
In the shadows beneath the streetlight, Zhang Lingyun's nearly six-foot frame curled up into a ball as I dragged him across the ground step by step towards them.
The group stood frozen in shock; they couldn't comprehend where I had found such fighting strength! During the day, I had single-handedly taken on five of them; now under cover of night, I was retaliating with a surprise attack while capturing their leader!
To Stilt and Fatty's eyes, Zhang Lingyun being dragged along looked like nothing more than a lump of meat—he could only make sounds but seemed utterly powerless; one of his Louis Vuitton shoes was missing while the other remained on his foot.
Later on, I learned that during the day Fatty and his crew had merely been hit at their acupoints by me; only Stilt had taken the brunt of my kick. If it weren't for his prodding, Zhang Lingyun wouldn't have resorted to such an unequal and lowly act to regain face so quickly.
Stilt emerged from among them with an air of menace; dragging his crowbar across the cement floor produced an eerie sound. At that moment, his gaze was darkened by malice, fueled by anger from being knocked out by my kick.
The crowbar swung up, sweeping through the air towards my legs. It wasn't that he dared not strike my head; the remnants of his rationality warned him not to accidentally harm Zhang Lingyun. His father's status meant little in Zhang Lingyun's eyes.
This kid had the same cunning and backstabbing ruthlessness as his father.
The others, including Fatty, had no idea what was happening. All they saw was Stilt's crowbar flying out of his hands as he tumbled backward, rolling three or four meters before landing heavily on his backside. He then involuntarily arched backward and ended up sprawled on the ground in a "dog eating shit" position.
As I dragged Zhang Lingyun closer step by step, I glanced at Stilt, who was struggling to get up but couldn't manage it. Fatty, Bucktooth, and Slim Monkey were genuinely scared.
At this age, having such combat power—was this even human? During the day, I had felt a tingling sensation in my back followed by complete weakness, but just now, I had witnessed Stilt's embarrassing state firsthand. I couldn't even tell whether I had used my fists or feet; judging by his condition, it was clear that Stilt had taken quite a beating.
In the distance, red and blue police lights finally began to flash, accompanied by the sound of sirens. Fatty and the others breathed a sigh of relief; at this point, falling into the hands of the police seemed much better than ending up in mine.
Earlier in the day, we were within the jurisdiction of Dongfeng Road Police Station, while Wangji Funeral Company operated from its office on Jincheng Street in Jincheng District. The responding officers were from Jincheng Street Station.
Brother Biao, unaware of what was happening outside, was worried sick, fearing I would suffer greatly. However, he didn't dare jump from the second floor since the front door was blocked!
In the bathroom, he put his head under the faucet and rinsed vigorously until he could finally open his eyes. To his surprise, I had thrown him his underwear from before he went to sleep.
Shaking with anxiety, Brother Biao dialed 110 while counting in his mind, hoping for that heavenly sound of sirens to arrive quickly.
When the police car pulled up, the sirens stopped, but the red and blue lights continued to flash. The officer leading the team had a round face and wore the rank of Second Lieutenant: "Who called the police? Come forward and explain what happened!"
Brother Biao hurried down from upstairs: "Officer! I called! We... I was sleeping when this group downstairs tried to break in! They even smashed our window and sprayed us with some unknown substance!"
The officer pointed at Zhang Lingyun sprawled at my feet and Stilt still lying on the ground: "What about these two?"
Brother Biao stammered; he didn't know what had happened.
I took over: "Officer, I... fought these two."
"You fought? With what?" The Second Lieutenant's voice sharpened as he grabbed the crowbar one of the accompanying officers brought over. "Did you use this? This could kill someone!"
I pointed at Stilt: "He used this to hit me, but I dodged!"
While saying this, I poked Zhang Lingyun with my hand: "You saw that, right?"
Feeling that his body was finally under control again, Zhang Lingyun quickly replied: "Yes, I saw it clearly. He came at him with a stick but dodged it."
The officer scrutinized me closely; it was hard for him to believe such a story.
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