I want to be a good person while undercover.

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 at all, 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 put him in jail because of my other identity—an undercover agent for the Hong Kong Royal Police.

"Little Knife, you're 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'd been with him for two and a half years, and he always considered me a brother. When I betrayed him, I comforted myself with the excuse of justice, but inside I was in agony.

After dealing with Brother Chen, it was time to revert to my original identity. My dark undercover career was coming to an end, but fate played a cruel joke on me. Inspector Dong Zhixiang, who had assigned me to the undercover mission, 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 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, nor do I have any ideals like 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 some gossip, said my mother had worked as a dancer in a nightclub, and 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, Inspector Tung 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 passing, Inspector Tung 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 Inspector Tung 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," Inspector Tung 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 have 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 is not in the police station; I have stored it in a place known only to me. Therefore, your identity information will never be leaked. I will 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, Inspector Dong is dead, and I have waited a whole month without receiving any further orders. Inspector Dong hid my undercover file so well; truly, besides himself, probably no one could find it.

I was incredibly 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, led by a man named Sang Gou, whose son, Kuang Bao, came to Hong Kong from Henan.

The father and son were quite a handful; in just a few years, they had developed Xinhesheng 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 Xinhesheng. In my eyes, Xinhesheng was a new force, while Hung Hing Society, due to its massive size and bloated structure, had lost its vitality. Furthermore, I got along very well with Wang Bao; he was more ambitious and decisive than any other gang leader I had met, and also very loyal.

Brother Chen went to jail for selling heroin; his business was too big, attracting envy and the police's attention. I, on the other hand, was his most trusted confidant, and naturally knew everything about his business. This was why Xinhesheng and Hung Hing were vying to recruit me.

My joining New Wo Shing proved crucial, as the drug trafficking network I had previously established played a significant role. New Wo Shing's heroin business was even larger than that of the Hung Hing Society; it was the most profitable business in the underworld. The father-son duo, Sang Gou and Kuang Bao, trusted me implicitly, entrusting me with managing the most lucrative heroin business, which propelled my rise within New Wo Shing.

Although I occasionally missed Inspector Tung, reality told me that was in the past. Without constraints, I was fearless, and the name "Little Knife" resounded ever brighter in the underworld.

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

After Sang Gou's death, Kuang Bao naturally took over. He blamed the police for his father's death, specifically the policewoman. He wanted to use her heart to appease the spirit of his father, "Lost Dog." Many in the gang opposed this, arguing that killing the policewoman was a last resort, and that the gang needed to sort things out first after the old leader, "Lost Dog," died; it wasn't the right time to do something like this.

"What I do, whoever dares to stop me, I'll kill gods and Buddhas alike," Mad Leopard was Mad Leopard.

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

I was hesitant and considered backing out, but I ultimately agreed because I couldn't find a reason to refuse. I knew Situ Jing; when I first entered police academy, as an upperclassman, she often came to guide the freshmen. Situ Jing visited our class several times, and looking at the pretty 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 knife at her made me feel uneasy. To carry out this order, I brought Fang Hao, Chen Fang, and Shan Mao—brothers I'd trained under Brother Chen, who had followed me for years, and I trusted them implicitly.

Soon, it was 11:30, and we arrived at the gate of the Dali Street sewage treatment plant. 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 confident they could catch Situ Jing. My plan was to remain silent even if I faced Kuang Bao's scolding; perhaps this was my chance to give her. Her fate was now in the hands of heaven.

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

Five minutes to twelve, I saw a woman approaching in the rearview mirror. She wore a fitted, long-sleeved, purplish-red blouse and a knee-length skirt, the streetlights creating a straight line that made her appear slender and well-endowed. I wondered if it was Situ Jing; in my memory, she was more voluptuous.

The woman slowly approached, and in the lamplight, 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, on 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 were fixed on the alleyway, silently awaiting the outcome.

The first person to jump out of the darkness was Fang Hao. He gave me a victory sign, indicating he had succeeded. I drove over. Chen Fang and Shanmao were carrying Situ Jing, her hands bound behind her back with rope, a black cloth bag over her head, and her mouth presumably gagged, only able to utter indistinct whimpers. "Let's go," I sighed inwardly, watching Situ Jing being carried 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, Yuen Long. Although Kuang Bao was arrogant, he was methodical and cautious. He told me to take Situ Jing to Yuen Long; there weren't many people there, but they were all Xinhesheng's core members whom he could trust.

Fang Hao and Chen Fang, flanking Situ Jing, entered the hall. Kuang Bao, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt before the portrait of Sang Gou. "Brother Bao, I've brought her," I said, stepping forward. "Good, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me," Kuang Bao stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

I smiled slightly, a smile masking a deep sense of helplessness, which I concealed well. Kuang Bao 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, surrounded by menacing men, even a well-trained policewoman couldn't remain calm.

"Good question!" "Crazy Leopard said, "You're a policeman, right?" "That's right, I'm a Hong Kong policeman, an officer from the Major Crimes Unit 2 of Sha Tin District, New Territories. Let me tell you, don't mess around. Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime, one you can't afford to bear."

"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, isn't it?"

"That happened, but that BMW hit someone else, and as a policeman, of course I had to chase it."

Crazy Leopard said through gritted teeth, "You're an officer from the Major Crimes Unit, investigating serious cases like murder and arson. What business is it of yours if it's a traffic accident? You could have simply recorded the license plate number and handed it over to the traffic police, but instead, you relentlessly chased it, forcing it off the cliff." "

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

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

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

An explanation?" Mad Leopard grinned maliciously. "The man is dead, how are you going to explain this to me?" "This..." Situ Jing was at a loss for words. "I, Mad Leopard, have always repaid kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance. Since you killed my father today, then it's only a matter of life for life. That's what an explanation is." With that, Mad Leopard drew a gleaming butcher knife from his waist.

"You, you mustn't do anything rash! I'm a police officer!" 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'd been undercover, like walking on a tightrope high in the air without a safety harness; the slightest misstep would have meant certain death.

Several times I'd been in perilous situations, death so close, and I'd felt fear myself. So I understood the collapse and terror Situ Jing was experiencing right now.

Although I'd resolved to abandon my past, and my true identity was now that of a gang member, seeing Mad Leopard's knife pointed at Situ Jing's chest still filled me with a poignant sense of shared loss. After all, I'd personally sent my former senior to her doom.

"Don't come any closer!" "Situ Jing screamed, completely flustered, and kicked wildly. Mad Leopard didn't even look, striking her ankle with a palm strike. She screamed in agony, unable to lift her leg. Mad Leopard'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.

Mad Leopard 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, incoherently.

But the screams ..." The sound abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed her throat, for a sharp knife was pressed between her breasts. Any slightly larger breath would send the blade piercing her skin.

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

The blade flicked upwards, severing the bra strap, revealing her snow-white, full breasts, now unbound, 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 complete disarray.

Mad Leopard's eyes burned, as did his lust. He held a knife in one hand, and with the other, he grabbed a naked breast, kneading it forcefully. Situ Jing's cries touched a nerve in me; I suddenly felt tense.

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

"Killing you with one stab is too cheap. I'll let all the men here have their way with you," Mad Leopard said, raising his hand and slamming the knife 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, a stark contrast between black and white.

Situ Jing's legs thrashed about like a fish dying on the beach. My heart pounded, not out of pity for her impending cruel torture, but because her plight 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 urge to conquer women, especially those who were particularly innocent and unattainable. This desire intensified; I often fantasized about raping 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, lifted Situ Jing's skirt, and the men on either side grabbed her feet, forcibly spreading her thighs.

The leopard didn't rush in. Instead, he laughed maniacally as he tore her black stockings to shreds. When his fingers penetrated her pink panties, Situ Jing screamed as if electrocuted. Amidst the piercing, shrill cries and the leopard's unrestrained laughter, the panties were ripped in two.

The leopard grabbed her shoulders and pressed his entire body down heavily. 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 the leopard's enormous penis pressed against her vaginal opening, searching for the right spot before suddenly thrusting into her—I had seen that too. My

head throbbed with a splitting headache, and I was sweating profusely. Fortunately, everyone else's eyes were focused on the leopard and Situ Jing; otherwise, they would have noticed that my face was paler and more unsightly than a zombie's.

"No..." As Mad Leopard's enormous penis plunged into Situ Jing's body, her mournful cry, forced from the depths of her soul, finally triggered memories from over a decade ago. My father was a police officer, and I firmly believed he was a good officer like Inspector Tung. But twenty years ago, being a good police officer was far more dangerous than being in the underworld. He died when I was three, supposedly due to a dispute with other colleagues, resulting in a shootout and both 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 hardship wasn't the worst of it; even worse misfortune struck. My father had offended many underworld bosses, most of whom forgave him after learning of his death. But one, nicknamed "Big Fool," had his leg broken by my father and was imprisoned. His hatred ran deep, and he refused to let us go. When

I was nine, he escaped from prison, bringing a group of brothers to seek revenge. Although more than a decade has 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 rushed forward frantically, only to be repeatedly knocked to the ground until I could no longer get up. I collapsed beside my mother, watching that man called "Big Fool," his body as black as charcoal, brutally violate her body in the most savage way.

In that instant, my mother's hopeless eyes and her 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 was not the kind of beauty that immediately takes your breath away, but almost everyone says that my mother's beauty is traditional, possessing a unique temperament that combines virtue and elegance, and what is even more captivating is her ethereal beauty that radiates naturally and from within.

But I have another 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 is deeply etched in my mind, along with that shame, that pain, that 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 the faces of three men, including Da Sha, until they bled. Even after being raped, she bit Da Sha hard.

My mother's resistance for dignity and chastity ignited their rage; for the next few hours, they were no longer human, but beasts. Halfway through their brutality, my mother no longer had the strength to even cry out. The violence lasted for three hours. After they left, my mother struggled to crawl to my side and embraced me with her wounded, naked body.

In that instant, I was suddenly overcome by a very intense and unusual impulse. At that time, I didn't know what this turmoil was, and I fainted in my mother's arms. Perhaps because of this incident, or perhaps because of my mother's nakedness, I matured early and developed an endless curiosity about women, especially my mother, from a very young age.

Of course, I was still a person after all. Having read many books, I knew what I could and could not do. I buried my desires deep in my heart. My mother began to often leave late and return early. At first, I didn't really 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 and found out where she worked. I stood guard at the entrance of the nightclub, watching my mother come out with different men. They would get into a car together, and I didn't know where they went. Finally, one day, a drunk man took my mother out of the nightclub without getting into a car. They walked for a long time on the main street and entered a cheap hotel.

I watched which room they went into, and then climbed to the second-floor window. That was the second time I saw my mother naked, and of course, the one on top of her was that drunkard. As I watched, a surge of heat coursed through my body. I couldn't help but rub my crotch, and in the instant 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 craving fantasies.

My mother worked as a prostitute for four years, and I successfully stalked her five times, witnessing her having sex with other men three times, 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 consistently achieved top grades. Besides that special love for my mother, I also had an indescribable feeling about rape. I secretly went to watch adult films with rape scenes, and the feeling of both excitement and pain was always so intense.

Furthermore, 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 the craving for violence, the desire for my mother, and her heartbreaking gaze that night were like three shackles that often kept me awake all night. However, I hid all of this very well; she never noticed it until she left this world.

"Brother Dao, what's wrong?" Fang Hao grabbed my shoulder, pulling me out of my past memories. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and said to Kuang Bao, who was thrusting hard, "Brother Bao, I'm leaving first." "Are you alright?" Kuang Bao stopped and turned to ask, "Don't you want 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 gazes of the crowd, 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 mind, a complete blur. I walked aimlessly, not knowing how long I'd walked, feeling a little tired and thirsty.

Seeing a Midnight Erotic Bar, I pushed open the door and went in. The bar wasn't large, 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 counter in the center of the lobby. "The strongest whiskey, please," I thought, needing to release my pent-up emotions.

Perhaps I drank too quickly; the burning sensation in my throat made me choke. "How about something lighter? This is Angel's Blue, want to try it?" A light blue cocktail was handed to me. I looked up through my blurry eyes and saw a waitress in a low-cut, sexy purple halter top. The V-neck was very low, tightly hugging 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 beauty in this small bar. She was probably only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with naturally elegant 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. I picked up the cocktail, took a small sip, and found it cool and quite delicious.

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

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

The main job of the waitresses behind the bar was to chat with customers. Although their job was different from the women sitting on the sofa, it was the same: as long as you could afford it, nine out of ten would be willing to sleep with you. At that moment, I was a little tempted.

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

"I know even if you don't say it. Judging from your appearance, you're probably from 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 organized crime.

"Then let me ask you, what makes you happy?" I asked. "That goes without saying, of course, it's being with someone you truly love. That's the happiest thing." I was stunned again. In this world, besides my mother, I had 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. Love was something I had never even considered.

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

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

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

"How long have you been working here?"

"Only a little over a month."

"Can I go to a hotel with you?" I asked directly.

"No way," she said softly but firmly.

"Name your price. Money's 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

chuckled and immediately changed the subject. She wasn't willing 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 go home now. How about we chat again next time?"

"This area isn't safe. It's already past midnight. Shall 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.

"By the way, you haven't told me your name yet."

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

After she left, a waitress with a coquettish voice came over to chat with me. I exchanged a few words with her, but I found it uninteresting. 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 her words and felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loneliness, and above all, disappointment. 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 some distance away, I recognized one of them—Big Dog, a member of the Hung Hing gang. I was certain they had no good intentions.

But should I help that woman named Yunmei? I hesitated, waiting until they were almost out of sight before following them. Yunmei and her husband walked arm in arm, completely unaware of being followed or the impending doom.

Big Dog and his men, seeing no one ahead, quickened their pace, closing in on them. As we approached an underground parking garage, Big Dog, without a word, dashed down. His men flanked them, grabbing both of them and dragging them inside. I hesitated for a moment, then followed. The passageway leading to the garage was dark, without lights. Halfway down, I heard fighting, crying, shouting, and screaming.

"You bitch, you're asking for it! I'm doing you a favor by wanting to sleep with you!"

Big Dog's voice was shrill and hoarse, almost like a duck's. He must have wanted to sleep with her like me, but was rebuffed, hence his anger.

I hid behind a pillar in the garage. Yunmei's husband, his face covered in blood, lay on the ground, unsure if he was alive or dead. Two of his henchmen were holding Yunmei's arms, one on each side, while Big Dog was groping her breasts. The two henchmen, though they controlled her arms, couldn't control Yun Mei's legs. She kicked hard, and Big Dog, not being a raging leopard, was caught off guard and knocked to the ground.

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

, crouching down. Just then, 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, slapping 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 battling four men, using her head, her teeth, her nails, and every weapon she could muster. I admire her courage; she was far superior to Situ Jing.

But she was, after all, a woman, and her physical strength was inherently no match for men, especially four men. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and Big Dog ripped off his tie and tied her hands behind her back. The two men pressed her tightly against the hood of a car, using their knees to pin her legs down, rendering her immobile.

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 status 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, undecided. 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, his voice filled with anguish. Mustering his last bit of courage, he 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 wide, using his frail body to shield Yun Mei. He shouted at the men, their faces filled with murderous intent, "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 with a single finger, but his fearless spirit intimidated everyone. Da Gou stopped in his tracks.

But the stop was only momentary. Da Gou, a man of experience, quickly regained his ferocity, grinning maliciously as he pounced. The man was knocked down again, and Da Gou continued to punch and kick 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 within me. Now I understood even more why they were so desperate to have her.

"Stop!" Yunmei screamed frantically, "You all just 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." Then Big Dog made a move as if to pounce on the man lying in a pool of blood.

"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, reaching between her legs. I could see his two fingers disappearing into her body.

"Fuck me, you xxxxxxxxx," she said in a dialect no one understood, but it certainly wasn't anything nice.

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

"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 who had been knocked to the ground, named Junjie, was still calling out Yunmei's name, struggling to get up again and again, only to fall back down each time.

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 like I'd seen that look somewhere before. Oh, I remembered, that night, my mother looked at me with the same eyes.

Instantly, my blood boiled, extreme anger overwhelmed me, and it also overwhelmed my reason. I rushed out, sweeping my leg and sending Big Dog flying. "Let her go," I said in a deep voice. Several henchmen were startled by my sudden appearance, releasing Yunmei and assuming an attack stance in front of me, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Big Dog, pulling up his pants and getting up from the ground 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?"

"Nothing, I want to ask you to let that woman go."

"Ridiculous, why should I listen to you?"

"Nothing, I'm doing this." Saying that, I revealed a fist as big as a sandpot.

Enraged, Big Dog knew things couldn't be resolved peacefully. "This is outrageous! Come at me!" To be honest, taking down a few henchmen wasn't too difficult. In just a few rounds, Big Dog and his three thugs were all 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 left with a harsh remark and his men, turning 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." Yun Mei stood up, took a few steps, then turned back to hold him.

She was even more anxious than when he had been humiliated. "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, the scent of her body faintly wafting in the air. I felt a surge of intense heat. Her large breasts bounced up and down with each step, arousing an unprecedented urge within me. In fact, I really wanted to pounce on her, rape her, and humiliate 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 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 possessing 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 those I love. Therefore, my decision to stay in this world was the right one." With that thought, I turned to leave. Just

as I entered the passageway, I heard Yun Mei behind me call out 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 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, Inspector Dong 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 I could barely hold a knife. Just when I was completely desperate, a young girl suddenly appeared before me.

Her first words were, "I won't let you die, because I'm here." Then 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 she was beautiful; in my memory, she seemed to be shrouded in a holy radiance. Of course, it's possible I was just seeing things because I was drunk. If my mother is my goddess, then she is my saint.

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

"Yes."

"Don't go out there causing trouble 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 within me, 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?
[The End]

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