"Wow, isn't that Inspector General Yan Xiong?"

"Wrong, he is the chief inspector!"

"The Chief Inspector is still here guarding the gate?"

"You don't know this, it's called self-inflicted suffering!"

"Hahaha!"

A group of military policemen walked past Yan Xiong and made sarcastic noises from time to time. Yan Xiong's face burned and he pretended not to hear.

At this time, two detectives came over.

A man named Liang Feifan pointed at Yan Xiong's nose and said, "What are you doing? Are you making us unhappy?"

"No! I don't!"

"No? Look at your face. You look like a dead mother. I'll punch you in the face!"

This Liang Feifan used to be Yan Xiong's subordinate, and he was often pointed at and scolded by Yan Xiong. Now that Yan Xiong has been dismissed, of course he wants the opportunity to humiliate Yan Xiong.

"Liang Feifan, please stop looking for trouble, okay?" Yan Xiong was angry.

"What did you ask me to do? Liang Feifan? Is that what you called Liang Feifan? Do you think it's still the past, when I work under you and you can tell me what to do?" Liang Feifan sneered. "Do you believe it or not? I'll report it to the boss.

, so that you can’t even see the door?”

Hearing this, Yan Xiong had no choice but to hold back his anger and stared at Liang Feifan: "I'm sorry, it's my fault!"

"What are you talking about? Louder, I can't hear you!" Liang Feifan put his hands on his hips and looked arrogant.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Yan Xiong swallowed his anger and had to say it again.

Liang Feifan became even more arrogant, reaching out and knocking off Yan Xiong's police hat: "Call me Liang Private, do you know? Say hello to me when you see me from now on, and don't keep a straight face like you did just now. I don't like it yet, you know.

Don’t know?”

"I know!" Yan Xiong lowered his head, his voice was so low that only he could hear it...

There were many policemen and detectives nearby, pointing and laughing.

Liang Feifan was satisfied, then he laughed and turned to leave with his companions.

The companion asked Liang Feifan, "Aren't you afraid of Yan Xiong's revenge?"

Liang Feifan snorted and stared: "Revenge? He is like a dog now, he can't even crawl up. How can he take revenge on me? I will take revenge on his mother!"

The companion looked back at Yan Xiong, only to see Yan Xiong squatting down to pick up the police hat that had been blown away by Liang Feifan. He stretched out his hand to flick the ash and put it on his head. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

What.

"Wow, this Yan Xiong is too cowardly!"

"Yeah, I didn't dare to say a word after being bullied to the point of being bullied!"

"I heard that Liang Feifan used to be his subordinate!"

"This is called a tiger being bullied by a dog!"

Everyone was sighing!

A gust of wind blew, blowing the fallen leaves.

Hong Kong is a bit cold in winter.

Yan Xiong stood alone at the gate, looking so desolate and downcast!

…

After those who were watching the joke left, Yan Xiong tidied up his police uniform and hat and returned to his post.

It was almost noon now, and Yan Xiong had been busy standing guard, saluting people and had no time to eat.

He used an iron lunch box to get a box of hot water, then put down a handful of dragon's beard noodles and cracked two poached eggs into it without throwing away the vegetable leaves. He cooked them like this and was ready to sprinkle some salt on them.

In the past, he would have never used this kind of food that even dogs wouldn't eat. All he ate were delicacies, or abalone fins and belly.

But now, he is just a small policeman on duty. It is difficult to survive, and he has no time to be picky.

"Eat a bowl of noodles and your belly will be full! Do a good job and you will be blessed and prosperous!" Yan Xiong picked up a chopstick and muttered.

This is something his mother often talks about, which means that as long as a person can fill his stomach, he is the greatest blessing. Yan Xiong should not aim too high, especially not do many things that go against his conscience.

But at that time, Yan Xiong had just been promoted to Detective Hua, and when he was in high spirits, he could not listen to his mother's advice.

Now that he was completely depressed, he remembered his mother's words.

Nowadays, in addition to him working as a janitor here, other members of the family have also started working. His four wives have all started sewing to supplement the family income. His 80-year-old mother has returned to the world of sewing and making clothes.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Xiong remembered that he had been praised by many people in a restaurant, and the scene was a feast of fish and meat! Those people fawned over him and tried their best to flatter him!

At this moment, those people turned their backs and did not recognize him. They were either afraid of being implicated by him and pretended not to know him, or they directly turned their backs and insulted and sarcastically insulted him!

The world is hot and cold, but that’s it!

Thinking of this, Yan Xiong felt the noodles in his mouth were bitter and unbearable, and he couldn't help but shed a few tears on the lunch box he was holding!

"Who is standing guard here?"

Yan Xiong was eating with his lunch box when he heard someone shouting loudly along with the sound of car horns outside.

He hurriedly put down his lunch box and took a look, but it was the Chinese detectives from the 18th District of Hong Kong who drove over one by one.

Yan Xiong was surprised and didn't understand what these detectives were doing here at noon.

He quickly stood up, raised the lifting rod, and let the detectives' special cars in.

When he entered, Yan Xiong had to stand up and bow to the detectives.

The expressions of the detectives varied, including contempt, ridicule, and pity.

After this group of people entered, Yan Xiong went back to pick up his lunch box. Before he could take a few bites, he heard another sound of car horns outside.

Yan Xiong hurriedly put down his lunch box and ran out again. This time, he was surrounded by those ghost police chiefs and inspectors from Hong Kong, as well as some high-ranking police officials.

Yan Xiong once again made a humble gesture, raised the lift pole, bowed and saluted to these ghosts again, and said loudly: "Hello!"

The convoy of ghost guys filed in. In one of the cars, the ghost guy had a cigarette in his mouth. When he entered, he spit the cigarette butt on Yan Xiong and said in Cantonese: "Like a dog!"

Yan Xiong's smile condensed on his face, and he watched the convoy go in. He was frozen at the door for a long time, unable to relax.

Finally, Yan Xiong smiled bitterly, took off his police hat and scratched his head, and wanted to throw the police hat to the ground. After thinking about it, he put it on again, let out a long sigh, returned to the post again, picked up his lunch box, and then

When I ate, the noodle soup was already cold!

…

"Didi!"

There was another car horn sound.

Yan Xiong ignored the food and hurriedly put down his lunch box, arranged his police uniform again and rushed out. Then he froze——

The car in front of him is very familiar to him. To be precise, the license plate is very familiar, three and five! This is Lei Luo's car!

Lei Luo's original car was a black Bentley, and then it was replaced by the current silver-gray Rolls-Royce, but the license plate was not changed, it was still three and five!

He was also familiar with the two cars following Lei Luo's car. One belonged to Inspector Zonghua Lan Gang, and the other belonged to Inspector Zonghua Han Sen.

While Yan Xiong was in a daze, Lan Gang opened the car door and got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

Only then did Yan Xiong realize that he was just a watchdog now, but he was the boss, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Lan Gang habitually reached out and scratched his crotch, then put his hand in front of his nose and smelled it, then he blew out a smoke ring from his cigarette and said to Yan Xiong: "Master Yan, how are you, are you used to this job?"

"

Yan Xiong squeezed out a smile: "I'm used to it! Of course I'm used to it! Thank you very much, Inspector Lan, for your concern!"

Lan Gang smiled: "I should care about you. Did you know that we were colleagues before?" After speaking, he raised his legs and looked at the shoes he was wearing. "Hey, the leather shoes I just bought yesterday seem to be dirty!"

Yan Xiong was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses, he first took out the handkerchief from his arms, then squatted down and picked up Lan Gang's foot, put it on his thigh, and said: "Detective Lan, you are really

Yes, tell me earlier if your shoes are dirty! I really like helping others polish their shoes!" After saying that, he hugged Lan Gang's legs and breathed on the leather shoes, then started to wipe them with his handkerchief three times.

Lan Gang was condescending, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at Yan Xiong, who was groveling on the ground, hugging his thighs, and polishing his shoes. His heart was full of pride, and he said: "I forgot, our Mr. Yan used to be a good shoe polisher!"

I also like to shine the shoes of those ghost guys the most!"

Yan Xiong paused for a moment, then quickly started wiping again, saying, "That's what Detective Lan said! I'm very good at polishing leather shoes. I'll cover your leather shoes from now on. If you need anything, just call me!"

Lan Gang laughed loudly.

Han Sen stayed in the car and looked at the scene in front of him. He felt a little unbearable and couldn't bear to watch any more.

After all, Yan Xiong used to be a great detective, equal to them, and even a little taller than them, but now he has been reduced to the level of just fawning and polishing the shoes of a gangster. It is really extremely humble!

"Lan Gang, that's enough!"

Suddenly someone said.

Then Chen Xijiu got out of the car and helped Lei Luo open the car door.

Lei Luo got out of the car in a suit and ties, chewing a cigar, with a slicked back haircut.
To be continued...