Chapter 89
Chang Baoshi saw a pair of cold, desolate eyes.
“Chang er*?” that person asked emotionlessly.
*T/N 二 (er) – literally, two. Chang Baoshi was probably the second-in-command of his gang.
Chang Baoshi quickly appraised him with a glance, while his hands clenched into fists. He was just about to attack when, unexpectedly, that man coldly said, “Don’t move! Do you think your fists are faster, or my gun?”
Surprisingly, Chang Baoshi was not in the least cowed. He merely smiled grimly, remaining silent while he surreptitiously kept a lookout for an opening. At this time, that person looked up and seemed to notice that the police were already close by. He gestured at Chang Baoshi with the gun and said, “Come with me!” Chang Baoshi was taken aback. “You are not the police? Who are you?”
That person actually smiled faintly as he said, “Your saviour.”
Chang Baoshi looked at him carefully once again. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, trekking boots, and a cap, with a big black bag on his back. Judging from his well-proportioned and sharply defined arm muscles, this was definitely one fierce character.
Not fully trusting that person, Chang Baoshi walked in the direction indicated by the gun barrel. That person seemed to be pretty familiar with the surroundings, and used the gun to compel Chang Baoshi to move forward quickly in the direction he had come from.
Chang Baoshi said, “Hey, if we walk this way, we’ll encounter the police!”