Dark Walker

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Chapter 1: Metamorphosis

I walked through the crowded streets and came to a small alley. There were very few pedestrians. Turning into a quiet
side street, I saw no one, only a cold, lonely lamp illuminating my solitary figure. Reaching
the end of the road, there might be more paths ahead, but no lights. I stared at the edge of light and darkness for a dozen
seconds before slowly walking into the darkness.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Xiao Lang, a gangster nicknamed "Little Knife." A month ago, my
boss, Brother Chen, was arrested. I personally sent him to jail because of my other identity—an undercover agent for the Hong Kong
Royal Police.

"Little Knife, you are the person I trust most right now," Brother Chen said to me many times, patting my shoulder
. Whenever he said that, I couldn't meet his gaze. I had been with him for two and a half years, and he always treated me like
a brother. When I betrayed him, I comforted myself with the excuse of justice, but inside I was in great
agony .

After dealing with Brother Chen, it was time to revert to my original identity. My dark undercover career was about to end,
but fate played a cruel joke on me.
Inspector was killed. He had offended too many people and was shot dead in a hail of bullets in front of his house.

Inspector Dong was very upright, too upright, and incorruptible, which made him offend many people
. I had privately reminded him countless times, but he never listened, thinking I was nagging. Later, my fears
finally came true.

I was very sad the night Inspector Dong died. He was like a father to me. That night, I bought
a whole case of beer and drank on the rooftop from sunset to dawn.

I am somewhat different from him. Deep down, I don't have a strong sense of justice or any
ideals of fighting evil and upholding justice. I believe that I will treat those who are good to me even better, and I will make those who make me
uncomfortable for a lifetime. This is my principle. The reason I went to the police academy was entirely to fulfill my mother's
wish.

Later, I was admitted to police academy. During my two years there, I was very unhappy because I didn't have a father or a
prominent family background. Many students looked down on me, probably because I was 1.8 meters tall and
handsome, often attracting the attention of female students.

So the boys saw me as a thorn in their side, constantly picking fights.
Whenever arguments broke out, the instructors always sided with those from wealthy and influential families.

Once, a classmate, having heard through some gossip that my mother had worked as
a dancer in a nightclub, called me "the son of a prostitute, whose father I don't know."

As a result, he broke his nose and six ribs—I hit him—and spent a whole month in the hospital. Meanwhile, I
was expelled from the police academy for fighting.

At that time, my mother was seriously ill, bedridden with late-stage stomach cancer, and I didn't dare
tell her about my expulsion. Five days after leaving school, Sir Dong approached me and asked me to go undercover. Without much thought, I
agreed immediately. Perhaps only in this way could I face my
mother's gaze without guilt when she finally left this world.

After my mother's death, Sir Dong continued to influence me. He was indeed a competent policeman,
clear about right and wrong, and selfless. As gangsters, we inevitably dealt with the police. I've seen cowards, bribe-takers
, and those who abused their power.

Good policemen like Sir Dong are few and far between. "Going undercover inevitably involves doing some transgressions,
but you must be upright, distinguish right from wrong, separate public and private matters, and never forget your identity," Sir Dong
would always remind me.

But I once asked myself, what exactly is black and what is white? When my mother passed away, I had only been with
Brother Chen for a few months, and he took out over 100,000 yuan to help me hold a grand funeral for her. Brother Chen, this guy
is incredibly loyal, a man of his word, and would go to any lengths for a friend. It's precisely because
he's involved in organized crime that he's destined for a bad end.

And those who once insulted me, whose noses and ribs I broke, might become my colleagues,
even my superiors. Honestly, I'd rather die than admit that such people are innocent.

I personally value freedom, enjoy a life of swift retribution, and of course, I also love women and a life of living
for the moment . If I were a policeman, with so many constraints and having to wear a mask,
would I be happy?

These questions have always troubled me. But when Inspector Dong died, because of a "secret order," all
these questions disappeared.

“Xiao Lang, there are many people in the police station with intricate connections to triads.
Therefore, for your personal safety, I've applied for a special secret order regarding your undercover work within the gang.” I asked,
“What is a special secret order?” “A special secret order means that within the police station, only I know your identity.
Your undercover file isn't in the police station; I've stored it in a place known only to me. Therefore,
your identity information will never be leaked. I'll maintain a one-way communication with you. Once Brother Chen is dealt with, I will
restore your position and reputation, allowing you to become a legitimate police officer.”

Now, Dong Sir is dead, and I've waited a whole month without receiving any further orders. Dong
Sir hid my undercover file incredibly well; truly, besides himself, probably no one
could find it.

I was indescribably excited because I was no longer an undercover agent. The next day, I joined a new gang, Xin
He Sheng. Xin He Sheng was a newly risen gang; the leader was called Sang Gou, and his son was called Kuang Bao, who
came to Hong Kong from Henan.

The father and son were quite a handful; in just a few years, they had developed Sun Wo Shing into
the most powerful gang besides Hung Hing Society. During the month I spent at home waiting to join another gang, many other gangs
approached me, hoping I would join, including Hung Hing Society.

Hung Hing Society's Third Master Hung also sent a message, but after much deliberation, I ultimately chose Sun Wo
Shing. In my eyes, Sun Wo Shing was a new force, while Hung Hing Society had already established itself due to its vast size.
He was bloated and lacked vitality. I got along very well with Wang Bao; he was more
ambitious and also very loyal.

Brother Chen went to jail for selling heroin; his business was too big, attracting a lot of envy, which is why
the police were watching him closely. As for me, I was his most trusted confidant, so naturally I knew everything about his business. That
's why Xinhesheng and Hongxing were vying to recruit me.

Joining Xinhesheng greatly benefited the drug network I had previously established. Xinhesheng's heroin business was
even bigger than Hongxing's—the most profitable business in the underworld. The father and son, Sang Gou and Kuang Bao, trusted me
implicitly , entrusting me with the most lucrative heroin business, allowing my position within Xinhesheng to rise steadily.

Although I occasionally missed Dong Sir, the truth told me that was in the past. Without constraints,
I was fearless, and the name "Little Knife" resounded more and more in the underworld.

In my fifth month with Xinhesheng, a major incident occurred. Just two days prior, Sanggou, driving under the influence, hit
someone. This wouldn't normally be a big deal, but a policewoman named Situ Jing happened to be present. She chased
Sanggou's car relentlessly, driving to the mountaintop where Sanggou lost his footing and plunged off a cliff. By the time our men arrived, Sanggou was already
dead.

After Sanggou's death, Kuangbao naturally took over. He blamed his father's death on the policewoman, specifically that
policewoman , and wanted to use her heart to appease Sanggou. Many in the gang opposed
this, arguing that killing the policewoman was a last resort, and that the old leader, Sanggou, had just died; the gang needed to
be reorganized first, and it wasn't appropriate to do such a thing now.

"Whoever dares to stop me, I'll kill gods and Buddhas alike," Kuangbao was Kuangbao.

"Xiao Dao, I've investigated and arranged everything. Tonight at midnight, Situ Jingjing will appear at
the gate of the sewage treatment plant in Dapu Industrial Zone. Take some men and bring her here. I want to disembowel her at the mourning hall
to pay tribute to my father's spirit."

I hesitated, wanting to decline, but ultimately agreed because I couldn't find a
reason to refuse. I knew Situ Jingjing. When I first entered police academy, as an upperclassman, she often came to guide the freshmen.
Situ Jingjing visited our class several times. Looking at the beautiful upperclassman, I often fantasized and had erotic dreams—it was quite
amusing .

Although deep down I no longer considered myself a policeman, the thought of pointing a butcher's knife at her made me
feel uneasy. To carry out this order, I brought Fang Hao, Chen Fang, and Shan Mao. They were all
brothers I had trained under Brother Chen, following me for many years, and I trusted them completely.

Soon, it was 11:30 PM, and we arrived at the gate of the sewage treatment plant on Dali Street. A small path on
the hillside from the corner of Dali Street, led there.

"I'll wait for you in the car. You can handle this, right?" To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure if
they could catch Situ Jing. My plan was
to stay out of trouble, even if it meant getting scolded by Kuang Bao. Maybe this was my chance to give her. Her fate would be in
the hands .

They were very confident. "No problem, Brother Dao, don't worry."
After Fang Hao and the others disappeared down the alley, I silently lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and felt a tightness in my chest
, very depressed.

It was almost midnight. I saw a woman walking towards me in the rearview mirror. She wore a fitted,
purple-red long-sleeved blouse and a knee-length skirt, which created a straight line under the streetlights, making her
look very slender and with a full bust. I wondered if it was Situ Jing; in my memory, she
was more voluptuous.

The woman approached slowly, step by step. By the light of the lamp, I confirmed it was Situ Jing. I hadn't seen
her for years; she still had short hair, but her once innocent, round face now held a touch of allure.

On the path leading to the east gate of the sewage treatment plant, she glanced around before stepping onto the path. The pitch-black
night, like a ferocious beast, opened its jaws, ready to swallow her whole. I didn't speak, only let out a long sigh
.

Less than five minutes later, in the distance, carried by the night wind, I faintly heard the sounds of fighting, interspersed with shouts and
screams. My heart leaped. After a while, everything returned to calm. My eyes remained fixed on the path,
silently awaiting the outcome.

The first person to jump out of the darkness was Fang Hao. He gave me a victory sign, indicating that he had
succeeded . I drove over, and Chen Fang and Shanmao were carrying Situ Jing. Her hands were tied behind her back with rope, a
black cloth bag was over her head, and her mouth was probably gagged, so she could only make indistinct whimpering sounds. "Let's go," I sighed
inwardly , watching Situ Jing being lifted into the car, my face expressionless.

Kuang Bao had set up two mourning halls for his father, one at the headquarters of Xinhesheng, and the other in a villa in Tai
Tong Although Kuang Bao was arrogant, he was methodical and cautious. He told me to take Situ Jing
to Yuen Long, where there weren't many people, but they were all Xinhesheng's core members whom he could trust.

Fang Hao and Chen Fang, one on each side, held Situ Jing and entered the hall. Kuang Bao, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt
before the portrait of Sang Gou. "Brother Bao, I've brought her," I said as I stepped forward. “Alright, I knew you wouldn’t let
me down,” Mad Leopard stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

I smiled slightly, a smile masking a deep sense of helplessness, but I hid it well. Mad Leopard waved his hand,
ordering his men to remove the black cloth from Situ Jing’s head. “Who are you? What do you want? I’m
telling you, I’m a police officer,” Situ Jing shouted. Her short hair was disheveled, and her face was extremely pale.
No wonder, being attacked and kidnapped in the dead of night to a strange place surrounded by
menacing men, even a well-trained female police officer would find it difficult to remain calm.

“Good question!” Mad Leopard said. “You’re a police officer, right?” “That’s right, I’m a Hong Kong police officer, a constable from the Major Crimes Unit 2 of the
Sha Tin

"Then let me ask you, on the 13th of this month, didn't you chase a BMW halfway up the mountain and
force it off the cliff? That's what happened, right? "

"That's true, but that BMW hit someone, and as a policeman, of course I had to chase it,"

Kuang Bao said through gritted teeth. "You're a major crime unit officer, investigating serious cases like murder and arson. What business is
a traffic accident of yours? You could have simply recorded the license plate number and handed it over to the traffic police, but instead, you
relentlessly pursued it, forcing it off a cliff."

That day, Sang Gou's car overturned off the cliff. By the time the police arrived, Xin He Sheng's people had already arrived, so
Situ Jing didn't know who was in the BMW that day.

Mad Leopard sneered and said, "To tell you the truth, the person in the car is my dad, the boss of Xinhesheng, '
Sang Gou' (a derogatory term for a gangster). We gangsters and you police are like soldiers and thieves, natural enemies. If my dad were arrested
for smuggling and drug trafficking, even if he were beaten to death, I could only blame his bad luck and wouldn't hold
it against you. But my dad just hit someone, and some completely unrelated cop who likes to stalk mice forced him off
a cliff. I'm so indignant, so unwilling to accept this." Mad Leopard's voice grew louder and more agitated, his eyes
wide with rage, his teeth clenched, his face extremely ferocious.

Only then did Situ Jing finally understand why she had been kidnapped and brought here. She saw Sang Gou
's portrait, considered for a long time, and then said, "I didn't expect things to turn out this way. Why don't you release
me first, and I'll give you an explanation."

"An explanation?" Mad Leopard grinned maliciously. "The person is dead, how can you give me an explanation?" "This…"
Situ Jing didn't know how to explain for a moment. “I, Mad Leopard, have always been one to repay kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance. Since you
killed my father today, then it’s a matter of life and death for life. That’s what I call an explanation,” Mad Leopard said, drawing
a gleaming .

“You, you can’t do this! I’m a policeman!” Situ Jing screamed in terror, her face drained of
color, her mind in complete disarray. No one in this world is fearless, and no one is unafraid of death. For over two years
, I’ve been undercover, like walking on a tightrope high in the air without a safety harness. A slight misstep and I would be smashed
to pieces .

Several times I’ve been in perilous situations, death so close to me, and I’ve felt fear myself. So I understand the collapse and fear in Situ Jing’s heart
at this moment .

Although I’ve resolved to abandon my past, and my true identity is now that of a gang member, when
Mad Leopard’s knife is pointed at Situ Jing’s chest, I still feel a sorrowful sense of shared loss. After all, I was the
one who personally sent my former senior to her doom.

"Don't come any closer!" Situ Jing screamed, completely disoriented. She kicked wildly, but Kuang Bao didn't even look,
striking her ankle with his palm. She screamed in agony, unable to lift her leg. Kuang Bao's fighting skills were quite formidable;
he was a master. After joining Xinhesheng, I had a private sparring session with him. I was slightly inferior,
but my greatest strength wasn't my fists, but my knife.

Kuang Bao put the knife in his mouth, reached forward with both hands, grabbed her shirt at the chest, and pulled it down forcefully, tearing the shirt
open to reveal her fair skin and black bra. "No, don't kill me, please...please..." Situ Jing
screamed hysterically and incoherently.

But the screams suddenly stopped, as if she were being choked, because the sharp knife was already pressed
between her breasts. If she breathed even slightly too heavily, the tip of the knife would pierce her skin.

Situ Jing's mouth gaped open, her body trembling, her large eyes overflowing with tears, filled with despair.

With a flick of the blade, the bra strap was severed, revealing her snow-white, full breasts, now
unbound, their shape beautifully exposed. At that moment, all eyes in the room were fixed on
Situ Jing's beautiful, naked breasts, but she seemed oblivious. Under the threat of death, Situ Jing
pleaded incessantly, her mind in turmoil.

Mad Leopard's eyes burned, his lust raging. He held the knife in one hand, and with the other, grabbed her naked
breasts, kneading them forcefully. Situ Jing's cries struck a nerve; I suddenly felt tense.

All the men in the room breathed heavily, their lust burning fiercely. Situ
Jing, with her stunning looks and figure, was the kind of woman every man would desire—unattainable, sacred, and inviolable,
like the policewoman. When fantasy suddenly becomes reality, it can drive a person mad, turning them into a beast.

"Killing you with one blow is too cheap. I'll let all the men here have their way with you," Mad Leopard said, raising his hand,
the knife plunging into the wall.

As he pulled down his pants, Mad Leopard's men had already pinned Situ Jing to the ground. Watching her cry and scream,
her naked body writhing on the cold granite floor,
the contrast between black and white was stark.

Situ Jing's legs kicked and thrashed about like a fish dying on the beach. My heart pounded
, not out of pity for Situ Jing's impending cruel torture, but because her ordeal
stirred up a long-buried memory within me.

I love women. During my years as an undercover agent, my pleasure came from playing with women. I frequented nightclubs, bars,
saunas , massage parlors—anywhere with beautiful women. I often had a violent
desire to conquer women, especially those who were particularly innocent and unattainable. This desire intensified when I
fantasized them, yet a piercing pain tormented me, preventing me from crossing that line.

Mad Leopard yanked down his pants, revealing a terrifyingly large penis, veins bulging, glans swollen and glowing
purplish-red . He bent down, lifting Situ Jing's short skirt, while the men on either side grabbed her feet,
forcibly spreading her thighs.

Mad Leopard didn't rush in, but instead, laughing wildly, tore her black stockings to shreds. When his five fingers penetrated
her pink panties, Situ Jing screamed as if electrocuted. Amidst the piercing, shrill cries and Mad Leopard's
unrestrained laughter, the panties were ripped in two.

Mad Leopard gripped her shoulders, his entire body pressing down heavily on her. I saw the helpless look in Situ Jing's
eyes: horror, hopelessness, shame—I had seen similar looks before; I saw Situ Jing's legs dangling in the air,
her toes pointed straight like bowstrings—I had seen the same thing before; I saw Mad Leopard's enormous penis pressed against the
entrance of her vagina, searching for the right spot before suddenly thrusting into her—I had seen that too.

My head was throbbing with a splitting headache, and I was sweating profusely. Luckily, everyone else's eyes were focused on Kuang Bao and Situ Jing
, otherwise they would have noticed that my face was paler and more unsightly than a zombie's.

"No..." As Kuang Bao's enormous penis plunged into Situ Jing's body, her mournful wail, forced from
the depths , finally triggered memories from over ten years ago. My father was a police officer, and I firmly believed
he was a good officer like Tung Sir, but twenty years ago, being a good police officer was more
dangerous . He died when I was three years old, supposedly due to a dispute with other colleagues, which escalated into a shootout,
resulting in both of them perishing together.

Because his death was unclear and ambiguous, he didn't receive the compensation he was entitled to. After my father's death, life became very difficult.
But the hardship wasn't the worst part; even worse misfortune struck. My father had offended many underworld bosses. Most of them
forgave him after my father's death, but one of them, nicknamed "Big Fool," had his leg broken and was
imprisoned . His hatred ran deep, and he refused to let us go.

When I was nine, he escaped and returned with a gang of thugs for revenge. Even though more than ten years have passed,
I still remember that night vividly. He and five thugs stormed into my house, first beating me severely, then
grabbing my mother, stripping her naked, and pinning her to the ground.

I charged at them frantically, only to be repeatedly knocked down until I could no longer get up. I collapsed beside my mother, watching that man, "Big Fool," his skin as black as charcoal , brutally violate her body
in the most savage way . That moment, my mother's hopeless eyes and heart-wrenching screams are forever etched in my heart. To this day, I still firmly believe that my mother was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She wasn't the kind of beauty that instantly captivates, but almost everyone said my mother was beautiful in a traditional way, possessing a unique . What was even more moving was her ethereal beauty, radiating from a natural and inner depth. But I had a different interpretation of my mother's beauty, because that night, I saw her naked. My mother's body was so perfect; her breasts, her genitals, her thighs—every part, every line of her body was deeply etched into my mind, along with that shame, pain, and heart-wrenching gaze. Perhaps beauty is more striking because of its imperfection, which is why I remember that moment so clearly. My mother was usually very quiet, but that night she went berserk, fighting with six strong men. Before she was pinned to the ground, she scratched three men, including Da Sha, until their faces bled. Even after being raped, she bit Da Sha hard. My mother's resistance for dignity and chastity ignited their rage; in the following hours, they were no longer human, but beasts. Halfway through their assault, my mother no longer had the strength to even groan. The violence lasted three hours. After they left, my mother struggled to crawl to my side and embraced me with her battered, naked body. In that instant, I felt a very intense and unusual urge, though I didn't know what . I fainted in my mother's arms. Perhaps because of this incident, or perhaps because of my mother's nakedness, I matured early, developing an immense curiosity about women, especially my mother, from a very young age. Of course, I was still human. With more education, I knew what I could and couldn't do. I buried my desires deep within my heart. My mother began to frequently leave late and return early. At first, I didn't know what she did, but as I grew older , I began to understand: my mother worked as a hostess in a nightclub. I followed her, finding out where she worked. I stood guard at the nightclub entrance, watching my mother come out with different men, get into cars together, and I didn't know where they went. One day, a drunken man escorted my mother out of a nightclub. Instead of getting into a car, they walked for a while on the main street and entered a cheap hotel. I watched them go into a room, then climbed to the second-floor window. That was the second time I saw my mother naked , this time with the drunk man on top of her. As I watched, a surge of heat coursed through my body. I couldn't help but rub my crotch, and in that moment of climax, I nearly fell from the second floor. I was twelve years old that year, and from that year on, my mother became the object of my most intense fantasies. My mother worked as a prostitute for four years, and I successfully stalked her five times, witnessing her having sex , each time exhilarating me immensely. My mother was a goddess in my eyes; I never felt there was anything wrong with what she did. And as far as I knew, she did it so I could attend a good school, so I studied diligently and always achieved top grades. Besides that special love for my mother, I also had an indescribable feeling about rape. I used to secretly watch Category III films with rape scenes, and the feeling of both excitement and pain was always so intense. Also, because I didn't want to become someone everyone could bully, I started practicing throwing knives like the characters in martial arts films. By the age of fifteen, I could accurately hit my prey twenty or thirty meters away with any kind of knife. Because my mother was there, I was happy, but my craving for violence, my desire for my mother, and her heartbroken gaze that night were like three shackles that often kept me awake all night. However, I hid all of this very well, and she never found out until she left this world. "Brother Dao, what's wrong?" Fang Hao grabbed my shoulders, waking me from my past memories. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and said to the leopard who was still thrusting into me, "Brother Leopard, I'm leaving now." "Are you alright ?" The leopard stopped and turned to ask, "Aren't you going to play with this policewoman?" "No, I'm not feeling well today." Witnessing a real rape today had already exceeded my mental limit; I needed to calm down. "Okay, go back and rest early." The leopard ignored me and continued raping Situ Jing. Under the astonished , I turned and left. Stepping outside, Situ Jing's moans gradually faded into the cold night air... I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. My thoughts are jumbled, churning my brain, a complete mess. I walked and walked, aimlessly, not knowing how long I'd walked, feeling a little tired and thirsty. I saw a Midnight Erotic Bar and pushed open the door. The bar wasn't very big, the lighting was dim, and in the left corner of the lobby was a sofa with some alluringly dressed women sitting on it—clearly prostitutes.

I went straight to the bar in the center of the lobby. "The strongest whiskey, please," I thought, needing to vent.

Perhaps I drank too fast; the burning sensation in my throat made me choke. "How about something lighter?
This is Angel Blue, want to try it?" A light blue cocktail was placed in front of me. I lifted my blurry
eyes and looked up, only to see a waitress wearing a low-cut, sexy purple halter top. The V-neck
was very low, tightly wrapping her breasts, which were absolutely full, with a sexy and alluring cleavage, revealing endless spring.

My gaze moved upwards, and my eyes lit up. I hadn't expected to see such
a stunning She was probably only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with naturally elegant facial features.
Her face, lightly made up, radiated a powerful, wild beauty.

"Oh," seeing such a stunning beauty, I swallowed back the curse I was about to utter,
picked up the cocktail, and took a small sip. Sure enough, it was cool and tasted pretty good.

"You're not in a good mood, I can tell," she said.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied nonchalantly.

The main job of the waitresses behind the bar was to chat with customers. Although
their job , it was the same: if you could afford the price, nine out of ten would be willing to sleep with you. At this moment,
I was a little tempted.

"What's bothering you? Can we talk about it?" My gaze was fixed on her chest; that deep
cleavage was strongly stimulating my visual nerves. "You wouldn't understand," I didn't think she could comprehend.

"I know even if you don't say it. Judging from your appearance, you're probably in a gang, always fighting and killing.
Is that the kind of life you want?" I was slightly taken aback. This woman had some discernment; she could even
tell I was involved in the underworld.

"So let me ask you, what makes you happy?" I asked. "That goes without saying, being with
someone you truly love is the happiest thing." I was stunned again. In this world, besides my mother, I've never
loved any woman. I often teetered on the edge of life and death. Playing with women was commonplace, a way to vent,
a physiological need. I'd never even considered love.

Seeing my stunned expression, she continued, "I used to work with a triad boss. He was incredibly
powerful ; everyone was afraid of him. But he also said that only being with me made him truly happy." "Can I
ask, which boss were you with?" I asked curiously. "He's from mainland China, not Hong Kong.
You wouldn't know him."

"You're also from the mainland?" Her Cantonese wasn't very fluent.

"I've been here for over two years, but I can't seem to get Cantonese right."

"How long have you been working here?"

"Only a little over a month from beginning to end."

"Can I go to a hotel with you?" "I'm very direct.

" "That won't do," she said, her voice soft but firm.

"Name your price, money is no object if you're willing!"

"It's not about money, it's that I won't do it."

"I want to know why."

"Because I have a husband." Her smile vanished instantly.

"Fine, just take it as a joke."

I laughed and immediately changed the subject. She didn't want to sleep with me, and although I was disappointed,
the more unattainable something is, the more interested I become. Anyway, I had plenty of time; I could take my time.

We chatted for over two hours, having a great time. "I have to get off work now, how about we chat again next time?"

"This area isn't safe, and it's already past midnight. How about I take you home?"

"No need, my husband is waiting for me outside."

"Oh." Looks like I'm going to be disappointed again. "

Goodbye, handsome!" Just as she was about to leave, I suddenly remembered something and called her back.

"Oh, right, you still haven't told me your name."

"Call me Yunmei," she said, her tall figure disappearing from my sight.

After she left, another waitress with a coquettish voice came over to chat with me. I exchanged
a few words , but found it pointless. After sitting for a while, I paid my bill and left. As I reached the door, I saw
Yunmei emerge from the side. A tall, thin man leaning against a lamppost greeted her. Seeing
the two of them intimately embracing and walking away, I remembered what she had said earlier. A sense of
sadness . It seemed they truly loved each other.
The possibility of sleeping with her was practically nonexistent.

I sighed inwardly and prepared to leave. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw four men appear from
the darkness , closely following them. Although they were quite far away, I recognized
one of them—Big Dog, a member of Hung Hing. I was certain they had no good intentions.

But should I help that woman named Yunmei? I hesitated for a moment, waiting until they were almost
out of sight following them. Yunmei and her husband walked arm in arm, completely unaware that
someone was following them, nor aware of the impending doom.

Seeing no one ahead, Da Gou and his gang quickened their pace, closing in on them. Just as they reached the vicinity of an underground
parking garage , Da Gou, without a word, lunged forward. His men surrounded them from both sides, grabbing the two
women and dragging them inside. I hesitated again for a moment, then followed.
The passageway was dark, without lights. Halfway down, I heard fighting, crying, shouting, and screaming.

"You shameless bitch, you don't know what's good for you! I'm doing you a favor by wanting to sleep with you!"

Da Gou's voice was high-pitched and hoarse, somewhat like a duck's quack. He must have been like me,
wanting to sleep with her, then getting rejected, and then becoming enraged.

I hid behind a pillar in the garage. Yunmei's husband, his face covered in blood, had been knocked to the ground, his condition unknown.
Two of his henchmen, one on each side, were holding Yunmei's arms, while Big Dog was groping her breasts. Although
the two henchmen had her arms under control, they couldn't control Yunmei's legs. She kicked him violently, and Big Dog...
It was Mad Leopard, caught off guard, who was kicked to the ground.

Yun Mei, like a mad tiger, bit at the man who grabbed her left arm. The henchman was startled and quickly
dodged . She broke free and hurriedly ran to her husband's side to squat down.

At this moment, Big Dog, who had just gotten up from the ground, grabbed her hair from behind and dragged her to the ground.
"You bastard, you dare kick me? You don't want to live anymore!" Big Dog straddled her and slapped her several times with both
hands. Suddenly, Big Dog screamed like a pig being slaughtered. It turned out that Yun Mei had grabbed one of her hands and
bitten her arm hard.

Yun Mei fought with all her might, recklessly fighting against the four men, using her head, her teeth, her nails, and
every could use. I admire her courage; she was much stronger than Situ Jing.

But she was, after all, a woman, and her physical strength was naturally no match for men, let alone four men. Her
arms were twisted behind her back, and Big Dog tore off his tie and tied her hands behind her back. Two men pressed her tightly against the hood of
a car, kneeing her legs to immobilize her.

Although the distance was considerable and Big Dog was blocking the view, I could still hear the sound of clothes being torn. I couldn't see
her expression or her naked body, but this was the third time I had witnessed a rape. I could
fully imagine what was about to happen. My mind raced, recalling my mother and
the scene of Situ Jing being raped. My heart pounded again, and my fists clenched tightly.

Big Dog still held some power in Hung Hing, and Hung Hing's strength was currently greater than that of New Wo Shing. As New Wo Shing's
power continued to expand, the conflict between us and Hung Hing had intensified. But if I intervened, the conflict between
the two gangs would erupt prematurely. I had only recently joined New Wo Shing;
was it worth it to take action for a woman I had known for less than three hours? Besides, she had a husband; the chances of me sleeping with her were slim.

The big dog ripped off her panties, groping her crotch with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other. Yun
Mei growled like a lioness, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

"Save your energy for screaming for help later. No woman I want to play with ever gets
away," the big dog said, pressing down on her protruding hip bones.

My mind was in turmoil. Should I save her? I hesitated, and just as I was wavering
, the man who had been knocked to the ground, his face covered in blood, staggered to his feet. "Yun Mei..." the man
roared, summoning his last bit of courage, and charged past, shoving the big dog aside.

"Jun Jie, run! Don't worry about me!" Yun Mei cried out urgently. The man, unsteady on his feet and covered
in blood, spread his arms, using his frail body to shield Yun Mei. Facing
the men , he shouted, "I swear, I'll never let him be bullied by anyone else again! You won't succeed!"
He spoke in perfect Mandarin, which, like Da Gou and I, probably took a moment to understand.

"I beg you, Jun Jie, run! You can't beat them! Don't worry about me!" Yun
Mei, behind him, was on the verge of tears. Looking at the man's swaying body, it seemed one could push him
over but his fearless spirit intimidated everyone.

Da Gou stopped. But the stop was only momentary. Da Gou, a man of experience, quickly regained his
ferocity, grinning maliciously, and pounced. The man was knocked down again, and Da Gou punched and kicked him, determined to kill him
.

I was aroused, my blood boiling. I slowly moved along the wall,
stopping just a few meters from them beside a pillar. By then, Yunmei's top had been torn open, her breasts
firmer and hotter than I'd imagined, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her private parts completely exposed. Instantly, a strong urge
surged . Now I understood even more why they were so desperate to have her.

"Stop!" Yunmei screamed frantically, "You f***ing want me, don't you? Come at me!
Let him go!" Hearing her scream, Big Dog finally stopped, wiping the sweat from his face, and returned to Yunmei's
side. "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, say it again." "You..." Yunmei glared angrily.
"Then think it through before you talk to me," Big Dog then made a move as if to
pounce .

"Let him go! You'll kill him like this!" Yunmei screamed, caring more about him than herself.

"So what if I beat him to death? He's not the first person I've killed."

"You want me, don't you? Let him go, and you can do whatever you want with him." "

Then tell me," Big Dog said, "Hurry up and fuck me, and I'll let that guy go."

He reached between her legs, and I could see his two fingers penetrating her
body.

"Fuck me, you xxxxxxxxxxxx," she said in a
dialect , but it probably wasn't anything nice.

"What did you say?" Big Dog asked. "If you're going to do it, hurry up, what's with all the fuss?" Her half-Cantonese,
half- dialect left Big Dog speechless with anger.

"Damn it, what kind of gibberish are you spouting?" Big Dog got angry, grabbing her breast with one hand, kneading and squeezing
it , while unbuttoning her pants that she had just put on. The man called Junjie, who had been knocked to the ground, was still calling out Yunmei's
name , struggling to get up again and again, only to fall to the ground once more.

Looking at him, Yunmei's eyes were filled with endless pain. Although she didn't speak, her inner humiliation
was evident, and her eyes held even more concern. I felt I'd seen that look somewhere before. Oh, I remembered, that night,
my mother looked at me with the same eyes.

A surge of anger rushed to my head, overwhelming me and clouding my judgment. I rushed
forward , sweeping a large dog away with a powerful kick. "Let her go," I said in a low voice. Several henchmen
, startled by my sudden appearance, released Yunmei and assumed attack stances in front of me, looking as if facing a formidable enemy.

The large dog, pulling up his pants and scrambling to his feet in a disheveled state, recognized me. "Little Knife, I'm Big Dog from Hung Hing.
Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

He thought I wouldn't recognize him. "I know."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to let that woman go."

"Ridiculous, why should I listen to you?"

"No reason why, I'm doing this!" Saying this, I brandished my fist, as big as a clay pot.

Big Dog, enraged, knew things couldn't be resolved peacefully. "This is too much! Come at me!" To be honest,
dealing with a few henchmen wasn't too difficult. In just a few rounds, Big Dog and three of his men were on
the ground.

I smiled, squatted down, and patted Big Dog's face, saying, "How about it? Can you leave now?"
Big Dog hesitated for a moment, then uttered a harsh remark and led his men away without looking back.

Meanwhile, Yun Mei was still holding the man, crying loudly, "Jun Jie, Jun Jie, wake up! Don't scare me!"

I squatted down, checked his breathing, and said, "He should be alright, he just lost blood and
fainted."

"It's good that he's really alright, it's good that he's really alright, I'm going to call an ambulance." Yunmei stood up, took
a few steps, then turned back and hugged him.

She was even more anxious than when she had been violated. "No, I can't leave. I can't leave him here alone
."

Her naked body moved back and forth in front of me, within reach, her fragrance faintly wafting in my senses
. I felt a surge of intense heat. Her large breasts bounced up and down with each step, arousing
an impulse I had never felt before. In fact, I really wanted to pounce on her, rape her, and violate her.

The man gradually awoke at Yunmei's calls, hoarsely calling, "Yunmei, Yunmei." Yunmei
wept with joy. I felt I was losing control; I wanted to leave quickly.

"You two stay here and don't move. I'll go call an ambulance." Yunmei's beautiful eyes glistened
with tears, filled with gratitude. As I stood up, she apologized to me, "Thank you." Suddenly, I understood something: "

Only by having the power to protect yourself and your loved ones can you find
happiness . I can protect myself now, and in the future, I can protect the ones I love. So,
it was the right thing for me to do this." With that thought, I turned to leave.

Just as I entered the passage, I heard Yunmei behind me say loudly, "I hope that one day you can
find the person you most want to protect and find your happiness." "

Do I have someone I want to protect?" In a daze, I thought of a woman, a woman like a mystery. I
'd been out in the underworld for a few years, making many enemies along with Brother Chen. When Brother Chen was gone, naturally, his followers scattered, and
everyone pushed him when he fell.

At that time, Dong Sir had just passed away, and I was in a terrible mood, often drowning my sorrows in bars. One day,
drunk, I was ambushed by a group of enemies in an alley. I was so drunk that I couldn't even hold a knife properly. Just
when I was completely desperate, a girl suddenly appeared before me.

Her first words were, "I won't let you die, because I'm here." After that, she dragged me away, fighting her way
out of the encirclement. But that day, I was really drunk, and I can't remember
her face clearly. I only remember that she was very beautiful. In my memory, she seemed to be shrouded in a holy radiance. Of course, it's also possible that I was
just drunk and seeing things. If my mother is my goddess, then she is my saint.

She saved my life and then said a few words that I couldn't understand, leaving me bewildered. "Your name is Xiao Lang?" "

Yes."

"Don't go out there anymore, don't be a gangster anymore, live a peaceful life. I'll come back to
you in a year."

"Why?"

"Do as I say, and don't ask why!" Then she left. Who was she?
What was her purpose in saving me? Will she come back in a year? Countless questions filled my mind. If there was anyone I wanted to
protect , it was the one who saved me, but she was so powerful, why would she need my protection?

From that moment on, that mysterious girl often appeared in my mind at midnight. Whenever I
thought of her, a burning desire would rage, so intense and unstoppable. She became my new object of fantasy
from that time on. There are still eight months until the one-year deadline. Will I ever see her again?

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