“Actually, I’ve been waiting near Master Ba’s auto repair shop for a few days.” Jeff began to speak to himself: “Recent events have surprised us… We didn’t expect Master Ba to have such a hidden force. With the Chinese gang and the Vietnamese gang attacking from both sides, you still managed to fight so well. I almost suspect that so many gunmen fell from the sky.”
"Actually, I've always admired your Big Circle... Chinese gangs in Canada have never dared to mess with foreigners, whether it's Vietnamese, Indians, or Middle Easterners. They all dare to bully Chinese people here, not to mention the local foreign gangs. I'm probably much older than you, and when I was young, I witnessed the Big Circle's glorious period. I still remember the scene when the Big Circle invaded North America twenty years ago. Every member of the Big Circle was a fighter. Many of you older members had military service experience. Your individual and overall quality far surpassed those gangsters, even our police couldn't compare to you. Back then, you were indeed very impressive... a group of veterans who had fought in the military and carried guns fighting those gangsters..." Hey! Many older folks still remember the glory days of the Big Circle gangs. But that glory only lasted one generation. The oldest members of that generation got old and gradually withdrew from the scene, leaving you without young blood! Because you used to fight with local traditional Chinese gangs for territory, you still have a bad relationship with them. Although they aren't exactly powerful, they still have a wide influence among the Chinese community in Chinatown, with a century-old foundation! The original Big Circle gangs were indeed formidable, but they couldn't grow and expand locally later. They relied on retired soldiers to build their empire, but after twenty years, how many of the original Big Circle gangs are left? Your younger Big Circle gangs are far less powerful than they used to be.
I know that your community doesn't like the police, and that most of the Chinese police officers here have connections to local Chinese gangs… But I can tell you I'm not! I'm not a member of a Chinese gang, nor a Vietnamese gang, nor any other gang… I'm only accountable to the Canadian government! I'm only accountable for my duties!
"Originally, I really thought the Big Circle Gang was finished. Your most capable and hardworking generation has grown old, and your young reserves are far inferior to those traditional Chinese gangs with centuries of history. What was the attitude of the Chinese gangs and those Vietnamese towards the Big Circle Gang back then? And what is their attitude now? Heh! But this time, it really made a lot of people's jaws drop! Your Eighth Master actually summoned so many extraordinary soldiers from who-knows-where in just a few days! This scene reminds me of twenty years ago..."
“Sorry. I’m not interested in stories.” I interrupted him coldly, then stared into his eyes: “Officer Jeff, what exactly are you trying to achieve by setting this up today?”
“I’m very interested in you.” Jeff looked at me with interest. “Your name is Chen Yang. Three months ago, Eighth Master helped you obtain temporary residency through some channels. You applied for a temporary visa, passport, and a set of legal documents… This intrigues me. Because judging from the timing… Don’t think I don’t know how you got here. You either jumped ship or plane. Anyway, you came illegally… Of course, I don’t care about that. I’m not with the immigration department. I don’t want to get involved. But judging from the timing, you clearly arrived in Canada three months ago, and this period coincides with the time when Eighth Master and the local traditional Chinese gangs and Vietnamese began to completely break with each other and start fighting!” He looked at me with a smile. “The timing is so perfect. You’re not going to tell me it’s just a coincidence, are you?”
I shrugged.
"I now suspect that all those gunmen Eighth Master mobilized this time aren't local forces, but rather illegal immigrants you directly brought in from Asia! Just like the large-scale landing of the Big Circle on the North American continent twenty years ago... Personally, I have no ill will towards your Big Circle. I even admire you to some extent... After all, I'm also Chinese, and personally, I lean towards your Big Circle. But I'm a police officer now, and I can't tolerate you fighting with guns in the streets! I now believe that this group of suddenly appearing special forces must have been temporarily mobilized from abroad by Eighth Master! So what exactly does your Big Circle want to do now? What are you trying to do by mobilizing so many people on such a large scale? If you're planning to do something too outrageous, our police will absolutely not tolerate it! Or..." He looked at me: "You also suddenly appeared and came to Canada during this period... or, I even think you're one of these 'special forces'!"
I laughed.
This policeman has a vivid imagination... I would even say he's almost right.
Actually, I've also wondered where Master Eight suddenly got so many people from... Judging from the strength they've displayed recently, if it weren't for the concerns about the police and authorities, those people would be enough to sweep through the entire Vancouver underworld! Even if the Vietnamese and Chinese gangs brought in more men from the east, it wouldn't be enough time. I've also wondered if Master Eight temporarily mobilized these people from other places.
I am certainly familiar with the name "Daquan".
Since following Master Ba, I've become a member of the Big Circle. Having experienced the battles of over twenty years ago, the earliest Big Circle members with veteran backgrounds have aged. The Big Circle has gradually reduced its fighting and violence, focusing instead on higher-level underworld activities. The Big Circle is now very wealthy, much stronger than before. Master Ba manages the business very well, but this has also created the misconception that the Big Circle is no longer as powerful as it once was.
The policeman's guess was pretty accurate; his only mistake was that he guessed my identity incorrectly.
I didn't come to Vancouver as a "surprise attack"; I came here on the run. And clearly, he's now using me as a weak point.
I didn't explain, nor did I say anything more to the police officer; I was taken to the police station.
I didn't see Ciro and the others. Instead, I was taken directly to a separate room with only a table and a white light on it. Two policemen handcuffed me to a chair and then left at Jeff's signal, leaving just the two of us in the room.
I waited for Jeff to speak, to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve. But to my surprise, the first thing he said left me speechless.
"Actually, we all know that we police can't really do anything about you, the Chinese gang, or the Vietnamese gang. At most, we can only suppress them. We police officers can't completely eradicate organized crime, even if we fight to the death. We can only maintain a balance. I'm a soldier, and you're thieves. It's only right for soldiers to catch thieves, but in this world, if there were no thieves, how could there be us 'soldiers'?" He looked at me and smiled. "Who lives or dies, who wins or loses among the three of you, makes no difference to us police. We're even willing to push things along... I don't care who lives or dies. Whoever is stronger, we'll help them. At least we can quickly overwhelm the other two and end this chaotic situation immediately! We only ask for one thing: peace!"
"It's no use telling me this." I maintained my cold expression.
"The police only need to know one thing: how many people came to Canada with you on the same ship, and where are they now!" Jeff seemed somewhat helpless, then suddenly stood up, walked to the corner, and waved at a camera in the corner.
Then he turned around, pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. This time his expression was more serious, and he hesitated for a moment: "I'll tell you the truth now... First, today was indeed a setup to deliberately bring you here for questioning. This kind of framing and then detaining someone wasn't my idea, Jeff's. I'm not that stupid! I even opposed it... But... I'm warning you, not all the police in Vancouver are Chinese, and not all of them share my personal admiration for the Greater Vancouver area! A guy will be coming to interrogate you soon; he's an idiot, a very extreme idiot. You'd better be smart. Now the police are..." Suspicion has fallen on you, and we've decided to use you as our breakthrough point. Although I oppose this plan, I came out to arrest you personally because I wanted to make contact with you first and have a talk. My personal suggestion is…” He gritted his teeth, seemingly having finally made up his mind: “You'd better keep your mouth shut… because I genuinely want to cooperate with you, but that guy… he harbors hatred towards the Big Circle. He's a fanatic, and he wants to get something out of you. That idiot thinks he can wipe out Eighth Master in one fell swoop… but I've never heard of any place in the world where the police can completely eradicate the underworld!”
I grinned and said, "You want me to work with you, not with that guy you mentioned?"
Jeff blinked. "The police force isn't always united. Opinions aren't always aligned. But don't worry, according to the law, if he suspects you of possessing more marijuana than the limit, he can only detain you for a short time. As long as you can hold out, Eighth Master will get you out. As for my suggestion on the way... you can contact me when you get back. I'm willing to have a sincere discussion with you. I'm different from that idiot; he only cares about solving the case and doesn't care about anything else. But I'm pragmatic. I know it's impossible to wipe you all out, so what I want... as I said before, peace!! Tell Eighth Master that if he wants to do anything, he'd better talk to me first. I'm very willing to cooperate with you. If you're really powerful, I'm willing to help you out. At least right now, the underworld is too fragmented, fighting every day, and we police are exhausted... haha. Let's finish this sooner and get back to peace!"
Just then, his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out, glanced at Yan, and smiled at me: "We'll have another chance to chat. Our conversation just now wasn't recorded."
He then pushed the door open and left, leaving me alone in the room.
A few minutes later, the door was flung open, and a burly figure rushed in, seemingly carrying a raging fire. He was a Caucasian man in a shirt, somewhat overweight, with a menacing face and wheelchairs tucked under his shoulders.
I think this is probably what Jeff meant by "that idiot".
Actually, I wasn't surprised that the police used this trick to bring me back to the police station. They suspected from my identity record that I might be one of the special agents that Eighth Master had brought back, and they wanted to use me as a breakthrough in this case, which I also found quite normal.
The only thing that surprised me was Jeff, that guy with the big hooked nose. He seemed to have a lot of ideas.
This idiot slammed a chair down on the floor as soon as he walked in, sat down in front of me, and with a bang, raised his fat hand and knocked the table lamp askew, shining the light directly into my face.
You know why you're here, don't you?
To my surprise, this white police officer's Chinese was even more standard than Jeff's!
“I know, you two officers took a bag of marijuana from my car.” I said coldly, “I will definitely file a complaint about this. I will tell my lawyer everything about this!”
"Don't play dumb with me! You idiot. Don't you know why you were arrested and brought here?" The foreigner looked fierce. "Let me tell you, with just one phone call, the immigration office can probably deport you right away from Canada!"
I laughed.
This guy said exactly the same thing Jeff did when he pretended to scare me on the way here, but Jeff was just testing me then, while this guy really thought I was a newbie and was trying to trick me.
I later learned that many Canadian police officers use this method to intimidate Asian suspects. This is because many low-level Asian criminals are undocumented immigrants, having entered the country illegally, and most are unfamiliar with Canadian law. Therefore, the police exploit this to intimidate them during interrogations.
Clearly, this foreigner also mistook me for a clueless newbie who didn't understand Canadian law. He thought I was afraid of the immigration authorities.
But I already knew that although I had a temporary visa, the immigration authorities wouldn't do anything to me before the visa expired, unless there was evidence that I had actually committed any illegal or criminal acts in the country.
But the accusation of possessing marijuana was clearly a frame-up... and a very clumsy one at that. They have no evidence; a lawyer could easily settle it.
"Suit yourself, I'm not worried about the immigration authorities." I said calmly and indifferently, "I request to make a call. That's my right."
"I'll let you hit me." He sat down, forcefully threw a folder onto the table, and deliberately showed off the holster on his side.
"Kid, don't think we can't do anything just because you're stubborn!" He looked at me: "You really won't talk? What's your relationship with Fang Bazhi? Did you come here illegally? Who were the people on your boat? How many were there? Where are they!"
I looked at him. I just smiled.
The foreigner got really angry at my laughter. He suddenly stood up and kicked me in the chest. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and fell backward, chair and all. He came over and tried to hit me again, but I lay on the ground gritting my teeth and yelled, "Come on! Hit me! I'll have my lawyer take me to get a medical examination later! Let's see who dies first!"
This made the foreigner hesitate for a moment. He licked his lips and said, "I won't hit you."
He then called two other white police officers, who closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and set it to the lowest setting...
Damn it, it's springtime! The temperature in Canada is usually quite cold. Then, I don't know where they got a bucket of ice water, and several of them poured it over me.
The outdoor temperature was only a few degrees Celsius, and they had the air conditioning on in the room. My clothes were soaked through, and I felt freezing cold. I was stuck in the vent of the air conditioner, shivering from the cold.
"Kid, guess what it would feel like if I chained you up here for a day and a night?" This foreigner was trying to scare me.
Although I was shivering with cold, I forced a smile and looked at him coldly, saying, "Then tomorrow you will be charged with murder by my lawyer!"
I smiled bitterly to myself. I had used this kind of trick to deal with thugs back in China, and I never thought I would experience it myself today.
After that, as expected, they used the same old electric shock method.
Instead of hitting me directly with a stun gun, they placed several damp towels on my body.
These police officers must be very experienced, because directly shocking someone with a stun gun might accidentally leave burn marks on their body. However, by placing a damp towel in between, the current will not be weakened at all, but no marks will be left!
I was shocked a few times. The first few times I could grit my teeth and bear it, but later my whole body started to convulse, and I couldn't help but drool from the corner of my mouth. My body was stiff at first from the shock, but later it became limp.
Seeing that I was still gritting my teeth and refusing to speak, the foreigner finally couldn't take it anymore and brought out a thick phone book, about twice the thickness of a Chinese dictionary. They were holding sticks and hammers, ready to beat me up.
Hitting someone like that, with books or thick magazines placed under their body, doesn't lessen the impact; in fact, it makes it even more severe! The force of the impact can travel throughout the entire body! Even the bones and internal organs will feel trembling and pain.
I hardened my heart. I gritted my teeth and endured it, convinced that they were only torturing me, but wouldn't dare to really do anything to me.
Finally, I passed out.
When I woke up, I was still sitting in my room. The air conditioner was on heating, and the overturned tables and chairs had been put back in their places. The water on the floor had been wiped dry, and my clothes were slightly dry. However, my whole body still ached slightly.
A bespectacled man in a suit sat across from me. He was carrying a briefcase, and then, just like in the movies, he said to me in a professional tone, "Mr. Chen Yang, I am Mr. Fang's lawyer. I'm here to take you out."
The foreigner and the bastards who beat me up weren't in the room; it was just the two of us. I first asked to see the lawyer's identification to confirm his identity before asking him, "Is the matter resolved? Can I leave now?"
"That's fine. There's no concrete evidence that the bag of marijuana belongs to you. You're free now, and I can take you out to complete the formalities."
I muttered a curse under my breath. The lawyer looked at my half-damp clothes and said calmly, "By the way, have you been treated unfairly? If so, I can help you file a lawsuit."
"Yes!" I slowly recounted everything that had happened to me, including how I was framed for the marijuana. The lawyer took notes, then looked up at me. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Alright, but I suggest you... these lawsuits might not be effective. You know, medical examinations don't really help."
“I know,” I said through gritted teeth. “This is definitely not the first time these people have done this. I’m not the first, and I won’t be the last. I’m filing a lawsuit simply to show that I’m a law-abiding citizen.”
The lawyer neither agreed nor disagreed, then had me sign a document. A policeman came in, removed my handcuffs, and the lawyer led me out to retrieve my personal belongings. At that moment, I saw Ciro and the others being brought out as well.
They seemed to be in good spirits; at least I was their primary target, and they didn't suffer the same treatment I did. I asked Ciro and found out that he was the one who made the call back.
Xiluo had a resentful expression on his face, and I saw his eyes were filled with anger.
"Xiao Wu, are we just going to have to put up with this?"
"What else can we do?" I asked him in return.
"Damn it, grab a gun and fight him! Anyway, there's no death penalty in Canada! I'll kill him!" Ciro cursed angrily.
I chuckled, a weary smile, and gently patted Xiluo's shoulder. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Idiot! Killing him openly is suicide! Even if you kill him, you'll never get out of prison... If you ever get the chance, sneak into his house in the middle of the night and slit his throat with a knife."
I said this calmly. But I wasn't joking.
To my surprise, Jeff actually came out to see me off. Ciro, unaware of my conversation with Jeff, glared at him resentfully. Jeff winked at me, then exchanged a few words with the lawyer and left.
Before leaving the police station, something strange happened again. Right at the entrance to the police station lobby, I saw that idiot foreigner who hit me!
This time, however, he wasn't so imposing. He was nervously staring at a young woman in front of him. The woman was white, tall, with long, wavy blonde hair. From behind, she looked incredibly slender and alluring. She seemed to be fiercely cursing the white foreigner, then suddenly swung her hand and slapped him across the face. The foreigner was furious, but his expression changed several times before he finally lowered his head and left with a look of hatred.
The girl arrogantly raised her middle finger at his retreating back.
I noticed that none of the police officers passing by dared to look at her!
"Who is this woman? So arrogant? Is she the police chief's daughter?" I asked with a laugh.
The lawyer next to him shook his head: "The police chief's daughter isn't that arrogant... She's a princess!"
"Princess? I've never heard of any royal family in Canada."
The lawyer hesitated for a moment: "Hells Angels, do you know them? The number one criminal organization in all of Canada! They control ninety percent of the entire Canadian underworld! You could say they are the rulers of the underworld! This girl is the only daughter of Mr. Thorin, the godfather of the Hells Angels, and is nicknamed Her Highness."
Part One: In the Martial World, A Man's Fate is Not His Own - Chapter 143: The Performance Begins
The princess turned around, and I finally saw what she looked like.
She had a delicate oval face, and her skin wasn't rough like that of typical Caucasian women; instead, it was very smooth. She had a high nose bridge and full, alluring lips. But what was truly stunning were her eyes!
Her eyes were clear and captivating, large and bright, but somewhat slender in shape, especially her deep blue pupils, which resembled a clear lake.
Actually, most Europeans and Americans have green eyes, so it's really rare to see someone with such blue eyes.
Those bright eyes held a hint of allure... very seductive, yet subtly alluring, while maintaining a pure and innocent appearance. As for her figure, there's not much to say... only two words can describe it: devilish!
His torso was almost perfect, resembling rolling hills, yet remarkably well-proportioned! He was at least 170 centimeters tall, and his legs…
Sorry, the beautiful lady is wearing long pants today, so you can't see her legs, but you can tell they're very straight.
She's the kind of person who, the moment you see her, immediately gives you a feeling of amazement!
Some women need clothes to enhance their appearance, but a beauty like her makes you forget what she's wearing! Because I believe that even if she were just wearing a tattered burlap sack, she would still be beautiful.
I realized that I wasn't the only one looking at her. The two young men next to me, Ciro and another, were also looking at her, and even the policemen who had come to stay were stealing glances at her.
A hint of infatuation flickered in everyone's eyes... I'm sure that even in Hollywood, no actress could rival the "princess's" beauty.
I noticed the princess's gaze drifting towards us, probably because we were of Asian descent. The young men beside me, including Xiluo, immediately straightened their backs and struck a pose of pride.