Black Flag Army

The black-clad girl had already been close to Di Xiong, and she took advantage of the collision to suddenly stretch out her fair little hand, inserted it into Di Xiong's pocket, and grabbed the two rolls of silver dollars with agility and practice. This was not the first time she had done this, and she had never failed before, and she believed that she would not fail this time either.

But she was wrong.

When she tried to pull her hand out of Di Xiong's pocket, she couldn't get it out. Di Xiong's strong hand had already grabbed her wrist. He looked at the girl with a cold light like a knife in his eyes. The black girl couldn't help but shudder. Di Xiong quickly took off her mask, revealing her fair face, bright red lips, and a small scar on her chin.

Just as Di Xiong was about to speak, the girl in black shouted, "Let go of my hand! You hooligan!"

Di Xiong did not expect that the girl would scold him confidently. Her voice was clear and pleasant. The eyes of the customers around him were all cast towards Di Xiong. Some were angry, some were contemptuous, and some were pitying. These people obviously regarded Di Xiong as a hooligan. This is the beauty of preemptive strike. When a woman argues with others in public, she will always get the sympathy of most onlookers, especially when she is a beautiful woman. Di Xiong was surrounded by a hostile crowd.

The girl in black had her right hand captured, so she raised her left hand to hit Di Xiong. Di Xiong immediately twisted her right hand, causing her to turn around involuntarily due to the pain. Her elbow was dislocated, and she could not help but scream. The red-faced boy flashed behind Di Xiong, slowly pulled out a sharp knife from his arms, stared at Di Xiong viciously, and slowly approached Di Xiong.

Di Xiong took out his police ID with his left hand and said calmly to everyone: "I am a policeman, she is a thief, don't be fooled by her!"

When everyone saw the green police ID in Di Xiong's hand, they all backed away. People were afraid of the police these days. The girl in black was also startled, with fear in her eyes. Only a 30-year-old fur coat strong man did not back away. This strong man had a long scar on his left cheek and looked very fierce.

The sturdy man sneered, "You hooligan, you bully girls and dare to pretend to be a policeman?" He punched Di Xiong. At the same time, the red-faced boy raised his sharp knife and stabbed Di Xiong in the back. Faced with the attack from both sides, Di Xiong had to let go of the girl in black to free his hands. At the same time, Di Xiong let go of the girl in black and kicked the red-faced boy's wrist first. The sharp knife flew away and he was kicked to the ground again. Just now, Di Xiong had been glancing at the red-faced boy with the corner of his eye.

Di Xiong also dodged the strong man's punch. With a "bang", the punch hit another customer's fat face, and blood spurted out immediately. The innocent fat man covered his face and howled like a pig being slaughtered.

The bank security guard in a blue uniform drew his gun and shouted, "If you want to fight, go outside! We want to do business."

Although Di Xiong, who was robbed and attacked, was a bank customer, the security guard had no intention of helping him.

After Di Xiong went out, he put his police ID in his pocket. When he saw the girl in black running away, he tried to chase her, but was stopped by the strong man. As a result, he fought with the strong man again. Di Xiong dodged the other party's three consecutive punches, feinted with his right fist, and suddenly swung out with his left fist, hitting the other party's chest with a "bang". The series of actions was quite beautiful. With just one punch, the strong man vomited blood and could not get up. The crowd of onlookers cheered.

The girl in black had already run fifty meters away and it seemed impossible to catch up with her. Di Xiong did not chase her. He pulled out a black revolver from his waist and raised the gun casually without aiming.

There was a gunshot and the girl fell to the ground.

Di Xiong easily blew away the blue smoke from the muzzle, put the gun back into his waist, and slowly walked towards the girl. The red-faced boy struggled to get up from the ground, hugged Di Xiong's thigh, and begged: "Please let her go!"

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by Di Xiong's palm. Di Xiong couldn't help but admire this young man. He was no more than seventeen years old, but he could still get up after being kicked twice by him. Di Xiong had practiced Iron Leg Kung Fu before.

Di Xiong walked up to the girl in black and saw her half-kneeling on the ground, holding her left calf, with bright red blood flowing from between her white fingers. She looked at Di Xiong with horror. Di Xiong squatted down, took out a snow-white velvet handkerchief, bandaged her wound, restored her elbow joint, and then helped her stand up. Di Xiong noticed that there were many patches on her black cotton coat.

Di Xiong smiled and said, "I'm sorry! I shot you. Actually, you don't have to run away, because you will be detained for a maximum of fifteen days!"

The girl in black raised her tearful eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to have a gun. Are you really a policeman?"

Di Xiong took out his police ID again and handed it to her, saying, "I'll take you to the hospital. You need to apply some medicine, otherwise the wound will get infected."

The girl in black opened the police ID, looked at it carefully, and said to Di Xiong, "Your name is Di Xiong? You are a detective in the West City Police Station? I am so unlucky today. I stole the policeman, and he is a policeman with excellent martial arts skills."

Di Xiong called a rickshaw, helped her into the carriage, and asked the driver to take her to the nearest hospital.

"What's your name?" Di Xiong asked in the car.

The girl in black hesitated for a moment before answering, "My name is Bai Xiuling."

Bai Xiuling suddenly asked: "My legs hurt so much, will they be broken?"

Di Xiong said, "Don't worry! The bullet only penetrated the flesh, not the bones. My marksmanship is not too bad. With your crime, you shouldn't have to pay the price of a leg."

At Xicheng Hospital, Di Xiong paid a silver dollar for the medical treatment. After the doctor examined him, he confirmed what Di Xiong said. Bai Xiuling looked at Di Xiong with admiration in her beautiful big eyes: "Your shooting skills are really accurate!"

Di Xiong laughed: "This is the first time I've heard a victim praise my marksmanship!"

Bai Xiuling smiled sweetly and said, "This is the first time I've seen a police officer pay to treat a thief's injuries."

After applying medicine and bandaging the wound, Di Xiong helped Bai Xiuling out of the hospital gate. He asked the rickshaw driver to take them to the Xicheng Police Station and stop when passing by the "Zhu Ji" restaurant.

Bai Xiuling hugged Di Xiong's arm and begged, "Brother Di! Please don't send me to the police station, let me go! I know you are a good person, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Di Xiong almost softened his heart and agreed, but he immediately reacted and said with a stern face: "I am doing this for your own good. If you keep stealing like this, you will not only hurt innocent people, but also yourself in the end. As a thief, have you ever considered the pain of the victim?"

Bai Xiuling said: "This is my first time, and I haven't succeeded yet. Who hasn't made mistakes? Isn't it okay for me to change?"

Di Xiong smiled and said, "Really? Your skillful stealing skills and smart adaptability are beyond my reach. If I didn't know a little bit about fighting, I would have been beaten to death by your accomplices by now."

Seeing that soft tactics didn't work, Bai Xiuling resorted to hard tactics and sneered, "Since you know that I have accomplices, you should have guessed that I have a gang as my backer. If you arrest me, you will offend the Flying Eagle Gang, and they will retaliate against you."

Di Xiong laughed and said, “If I was afraid of the gangs, I wouldn’t be a police officer at all.”

The rickshaw stopped at the Zhuji Restaurant. Di Xiong wanted to help Bai Xiuling get off the rickshaw, but she refused to get off, saying that her legs hurt. Di Xiong whispered, "If you don't leave, someone will pick you up and carry you inside." Bai Xiuling was horrified and got off the rickshaw obediently with a red face.

Di Xiong took out two copper coins and paid the fare.

Bai Xiuling was supported by Di Xiong and walked into the restaurant. Several people in the restaurant looked at Di Xiong and Bai Xiuling in surprise. But they soon regained their composure. There were too many strange things these days, and they were no longer surprised.

At this time, in addition to the proprietress and her daughter, the shopkeeper and two waiters, there was also a middle-aged fat man in the restaurant. The fat man was wearing an apron and seemed to be a cook.

Di Xiong found a chair at the table and sat down. He placed Bai Xiuling on the chair next to him and said to Mrs. Wei, "I have brought the money. Is the transfer contract written?"

Mrs. Wei smiled and said, "It has been written a long time ago. We asked our shopkeeper Wu to be the middleman. We have already taken it to the Housing Authority to stamp it. We are waiting for you to sign it." She quickly asked the long-faced shopkeeper to bring the two contracts to Di Xiong. She took a box of red ink and ink and put them on the table. Di Xiong read the contract carefully and saw that there were no loopholes. Mrs. Wei and shopkeeper Wu had signed and stamped the seller's name. He picked up the pen and signed his own name on the buyer's name, stamped his handprint, and signed Bai Xiuling's name on the buyer's middleman.

Shopkeeper Wu asked, "Mr. Di, where is the middleman you invited?"

Di Xiong pointed at Bai Xiuling and said, "She is the middleman." After that, regardless of whether Bai Xiuling agreed or not, he took her right index finger, dipped it in ink, and pressed it on the contract. Bai Xiuling did not dare to resist and let him do whatever he wanted.

Bai Xiuling whispered to Di Xiong: "What did you ask me to do? It's not a contract to sell my body, right?"

Di Xiong smiled and shook his head, then took out a roll of silver dollars and handed it to Mrs. Wei, who also gave the deed to Di Xiong. They each took one copy of the two contracts. Di Xiong said to Manager Wu and others, "Although the owner of the restaurant has changed, if you wish to stay, you can continue to work here. The salary will only be higher than before, including Mrs. Wei."

The waiters and the chefs were very happy to hear this and thanked him repeatedly. Shopkeeper Wu, who was arranging chess records on the counter, was also surprised. He took a closer look at Di Xiong and thanked him with a fist. Mrs. Wei had already packed two bags. She said to Di Xiong, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Di. I must take my late husband's ashes back to my hometown in Chuzhou, Anhui for burial."

When the fat man saw Mrs. Wei was about to leave, he quickly reminded her, "Mrs. Wei! Boss Zhu still owes me two months' wages. It's three dollars in total."

The two men interrupted immediately after hearing this: "You also owe me eighty coppers!" "And here's my sixty coppers!"

Mrs. Wei blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot. I'll give it to you now." Then she counted out a few dollars from the silver dollars given by Di Xiong to pay the debt.

Seeing that Shopkeeper Wu, who was displaying the chess records, remained silent, Di Xiong asked with a smile, "Doesn't the boss owe you wages?"

Shopkeeper Wu sighed and whispered to Di Xiong, "Of course I haven't received my wages yet. I owe her two dollars, but Mrs. Wei only has fifty dollars now. It costs money to take the child back to Chuzhou, which is thousands of miles away, and it costs money to hold a funeral in Chuzhou. This amount of money is not enough. How can I bear to ask her for more money?"