Strongest Worker

"Put... Let go..." the man pressed on the wall was pedaling and planing his feet, struggling violently.

Li Qing stared at each other coldly, his lips flicked slightly, and immediately squeezed his hand around his neck. He only heard a crisp sound of "click", and the latter tilted his head and didn't move.

"In fact, it's not that troublesome." he loosened his hand, tidied up his clothes, turned his head and looked at Du Huasheng, "isn't it?"

Du Huasheng looked wary and stared at him. He slowly got up from the ground and smiled awkwardly: "ha ha, yes, we don't have to run at all."

"Yes."

After a pause, Du Huasheng said again, "let's go and take you to find him."

"OK."

The two men crossed the body on the ground and walked out of the alley.

Du Huasheng took a taxi on the roadside, then opened the door and let Li Qing sit in first.

The driver is a balding Malays, who can't stop reading and saying difficult words, as if he was complaining about something. When the car started, Li Qing sat in the back row and listened to Du Huasheng talking to the middle-aged man. He didn't understand what it meant.

Du Huasheng suddenly laughed, then patted Li Qing on the shoulder and nodded.

Li Qing looked back from the window: "what are you talking about?"

"Hahaha, he doesn't see you as a local. He asks if I bought it..."

Li Qing stared at the middle-aged driver through the endoscope in the car. He frowned gently: "let him stop."

"Ah?"

"Stop."

Du Huasheng didn't know what he meant, but he still gave an order to the middle-aged driver in the driver's seat.

The middle-aged man responded in Malay. Instead of stopping, he continued to drive forward.

Du Huasheng was annoyed, raised his feet and planed the back of the chair, shouting in his mouth.

"Fuck your mother!" he yelled out a Chinese sentence, then kicked it violently and turned the co pilot's seat over.

Although his skill is not as good as Li Qing, he is far from ordinary people. Such a move of anger frightened the middle-aged driver and quickly stopped the taxi in the middle of the empty road.

"Do you want to die?" Du Huasheng leaned forward and angrily stretched out his hand to catch the middle-aged man in the front row. The latter saw that he would run away when he kicked open the door.

But unexpectedly, Li Qing reached out first, pinched the middle-aged driver's head and stopped him from running away.

The middle-aged man began to shout. Li Qing twisted his head, turned his head, looked at Du Huasheng and said, "what did he just say?"

"He asked us to be honest." Du Huasheng gasped. "He's so, anyone dares to bully me. Fix him and let him go..."

As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged driver suddenly picked up a pistol, turned his wrist back, put the muzzle of the gun against Li Qing's forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Fuck me!" Du Huasheng shouted, his neck shrinking quickly.

After the "bang" shot, he stretched his head and looked again. He saw that Li Qing was intact and had grabbed the gun in the other party's hand, which was a long sigh of relief.

"I'm scared to death!" Du Huasheng couldn't wait to get over before his pale cheeks recovered. "There's a problem with this boy! How can a taxi driver illegally hold a gun on the road..."

When Li Qing pulled the middle-aged driver's hair, his head tilted back and his neck stretched very long.

A silver light flashed in front of him, and blood gushed out with a "poof", soiling the windshield in front of the car.

"Did you know he had a problem? I found it long ago, so I asked him to stop."

Du Huasheng stared at him, and then looked at the middle-aged man whose throat had just been cut and whose body was still convulsing. His cheeks were still stained with a few drops of splashing blood.

Li Qing asked coldly, "do you know the way?"

"I know."

"Go drive."

With a grin, Du Huasheng stooped to the front and moved the middle-aged man's body to the co pilot's seat just kicked over by himself.

"Tut Tut, can't you strangle him? He bled so much?" he sat down in the driver's seat with disgust on his face, closed the door, started the car and continued to drive forward.

"Hey, how can you see?" Du Huasheng couldn't help starting the wiper, and then suddenly found that the blood was in the window, and scolded a dirty word, "what a fool..."

Li Qing leaned back on the seat and said faintly, "I just glanced at him casually and found a scar left by bullet scratch on his forehead. Have you noticed?"

"Eh?" Du Huasheng turned his head and looked at the body around him. "The scar... Seems to be there, but how do you know it was scratched by a bullet? Maybe it was scratched by his mother-in-law."

"Personal experience." Li Qing looked out of the window again. "I think... A taxi driver has bullet marks on his forehead. It's too strange. So let him stop and try to cheat him. It didn't come to me... It's really revealing."

Du Huasheng honked his horn, smiled and shook his head: "ha ha, your move is easy to use in Darussalam. When we get to dannan, we won't turn around."

"What do you say?"

"I'll show you what a strong folk custom is." Du Huasheng grinned, but didn't say much.

When Li Qing saw that he intended to sell off, he didn't have the leisure to ask. He stared outside the window for a while, then withdrew his eyes, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes: "how long will it take to get there?"

"We can get to the rich area in half an hour," Du Huasheng replied. "The public security in that place is much stricter. There are often police patrols. We have to be careful."

Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

The two men changed their faces and looked at the middle-aged driver's body.

"His?" Du Huasheng raised his chin. "I'm driving. Take it."

"Hiss." Li Qing gasped, "what if his wife called?"

"Then tell the woman that her husband accidentally broke his neck when he drove up a tree."

"Good idea." Li Qing nodded solemnly, leaned over and searched the body. He got his cell phone and pressed the answer button.

From inside came a deep man's voice: "I know, you're here."

"Hmm?" Li Qing pasted his mobile phone to Du Huasheng's ear. "It seems to be looking for you."

"Hello? Are you sure you're looking for me?"

Li Qing leaned towards Du Huasheng and listened carefully. His hearing is excellent. In addition, the quality of the fake mobile phone made in China is amazing. He can hear the voice clearly.

"Boss Du asked me to tell you that he wants you to come to Sri baga Bay."

Du Huasheng looked coldly down: "you let him wait, I'll be there soon."

"Oh, yes, but only if you can get here."

Li Qing frowned and suddenly looked up. His face suddenly changed.

He pressed Du Huasheng's head and shouted, "get down!"

A dozen figures suddenly flashed at the intersection in front, and the submachine gun in his hand spewed fire. The window crashed, and with the pieces of glass flying together were the roaring bullets.

Du Huasheng swears incessantly. He drives the taxi under him. The tail of the taxi swings violently and bumps the two armed men out.

The others flashed back. One of them pulled off the pull ring of the grenade and threw it under the car.

Without hesitation, they opened the door and rolled out. Behind them, there was a deafening explosion.

Li Qing tripped over two guys who rushed over, looked up to Du Huasheng and shouted, "Hey! Are you dead?"

Du Huasheng broke a killer's neck with his legs, grabbed the latter's gun, stood up from the other side and coughed: "no... Not dead."

Through the dim road light, Li Qing couldn't help laughing when he saw that his face was scorched and his slightly long hair was as messy as a chicken nest, and he was still curling smoke.

"Do you still have a smile!" Du Huasheng shot all the bullets in the gun, then fell the gun and waved to Li Qing, "run quickly!"

Li Qing skilfully walked to avoid bullets. Amid the shrill sirens on all sides, he followed him into the dark alley on the street. Both of them ran forward in the stone paved alley, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the sound of the police siren behind them gradually weakened.

"Didn't you say that Darussalam has good public security?" Li Qing asked angrily in the back, "why did I encounter a gunfight as soon as I landed?"

"It's probably your bad luck..." Du Huasheng shouted with his mouth turned, and suddenly "plop" disappeared.

Li Qing hurriedly stopped and looked down. He didn't know when there was a small river in front of him.

Du Huasheng popped his head out of the water, raised his hand, wiped his face, and then patted him into the water: "why do I think it's so bad today? Isn't it inappropriate to kill?"

Li Qing looked closer and asked with a smile, "salt water and fresh water?"

Du Huasheng sipped: "salt water is not good to drink."

After a slight pause, he added, "it's not safe on land. We have to go by water."

"This..." Li Qing looked around. "How can I go? Can't I swim there?"

Du Huasheng climbed to the shore and climbed up from the water: "look ahead. There must be a boat."

He took off his clothes on his upper body, wrung out the water, and then shook.

Li Qing ran to the front and turned back again after a while: "several small boats stopped in front and were locked with chains."

Du Huasheng put on his wet clothes again and looked at him in surprise: "why lock it with an iron chain? Can't you just pull it away with your skill?"

"There are rules in all walks of life. Who am I? How can I steal, Lord Li?"

"You mean..."

"You go."

"Shit, what logic. Even if I steal the boat, you have to be an accomplice." Du Huasheng rolled his eyes and walked slowly.

He came to the front bank, broke the iron rope that tied the boat, jumped into the cabin and waved to Li Qing who followed him. The oar was taken away. Fortunately, the water was not deep. Li Qing pulled a bamboo pole and pushed the boat into the water with him. They jumped into the boat and walked forward slowly with the night. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.