Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1055 - 31 I am a policeman_2

Chapter 1055: Chapter 31 I am a policeman_2

Bang, Tang Zheng fired a shot, and the bullet whizzed past, striking the road surface near Middle Finger’s feet and chipping away some concrete.

"Come here, I have something to ask you," Tang Zheng’s arm extended out of the car window, between his index and middle fingers was a hundred-dollar US bill that he shook tantalizingly under the dim street lights, full of temptation.

Middle Finger glanced at the housewife and then at the US dollars, knowing she couldn’t outrun a bullet, she hurried over to the car, her demeanor very respectful.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Seeing Tang Zheng’s generous tipping and his handsome appearance coupled with his neat attire, Middle Finger knew he wasn’t the type to patronize someone like her—a firefly, he must have wanted to ask questions.

"Smart, have you seen Bynum tonight?" Tang Zheng handed the US dollars to Middle Finger, maintaining a proper distance.

"I have, he went to the Black Blood Bar nearby," Middle Finger said, her expression somber, as she realized she was indeed being rejected, but she showed no dissatisfaction and quickly answered Tang Zheng’s question, fearing that any delay would result in a beating.

"Don’t you get in the car," Tang Zheng shouted to the housewife, then reminded Middle Finger, "Go home, or change districts, it’s not very peaceful in South City lately."

The housewife, who had been stiffly standing in place not knowing what to do, forced a smile and climbed back into the car. As the Hummer drove away, she kept looking back at Middle Finger, who in her eyes was a weak fat sheep ripe for bullying.

Middle Finger smoothed out the US dollars, thinking about what Tang Zheng said, and began to cry sadly.

"Beating that bitch up would at least earn me a Sin Point," grumbled the petty housewife after a few minutes of silence.

"Shut up," Teng Yuangxiang snapped impatiently.

"Who’s Bynum?" the housewife asked, eager to change the subject when she saw the atmosphere grow tense.

"I told you to shut up, didn’t you hear me?" Teng Yuangxiang turned to the side and slapped the housewife across the cheek, "Next time, think twice before acting on your own."

The housewife covered her cheek, her face turning red and then pale with anger, but she didn’t dare to explode and even forced an appeasing smile.

"It’s all my fault," the housewife apologized.

"Hmph!" Teng Little Three ignored her, propping her chin with her palm and gazing out at the night view through the window.

"If you’re going to hit someone, make sure it’s someone deserving," Tang Zheng remembered the thug police officer Bynum and decided to pay him a visit first.

After dining and dashing, Bynum, with a toothpick in his mouth, exited a Chinese restaurant and headed to the vicinity of the Black Blood Bar to make some extra cash that evening.

Tang Zheng’s Hummer passed through a narrow street and spotted Bynum’s police car. The guy had experience and knew where to find easy prey—he was now blocking a client in a dim alleyway.

"Don’t run, or I’ll shoot," Bynum yelled, raising his handgun.

Middle Finger and the client were in the midst of kissing and jumped at the warning.

"Officer, I haven’t done anything," the client pleaded, turning to see the officer and the black muzzle of the gun, and he quickly begged for mercy.

"Officer!" Middle Finger recognized Bynum and her face immediately filled with a look of distress. This guy was nicknamed a blood-sucking leech; her efforts tonight had been in vain.

"Face the wall, stand still. I suspect you’re smuggling drugs—please submit to a search," Bynum improvised an excuse and, after intimidating them, approached.

"Officer, it’s a misunderstanding," the client still tried to argue, but Bynum hit him hard on the back with the butt of his gun.

"Did I allow you to speak? Stand properly, hurry up." Seeing the client disobedient, Bynum pulled out his police baton and fiercely struck him twice on the head.

The client immediately let out a pig-like scream, his muscles spasming, and he dared not speak out of turn anymore.

** trembled, not daring to move even a finger, knowing Bynum’s malicious nature; such a move would only invite a brutal beating.

Bynum searched the client’s body with both hands, not for drugs but for his jewelry and wallet.

"Fuck, just a poor bastard!" After finding the wallet in his pocket, Bynum opened it, rifled through it, and took out a total of nine hundred US dollars, stuffing it into his own pocket.

"Officer!" The client saw Bynum taking the money, his face became miserable as he pleaded, hoping to be left with something.

"Why the waste of words? Do you want to spend twenty-four hours at the police station? The bail alone will cost you more than this by then." Bynum threatened the client, discarded the emptied wallet, and searched him again to make sure nothing was missed before cursing and moving towards the red-haired ****. "Bynum, I am..." ** didn’t even finish speaking before receiving a brutal strike from the police baton on her buttocks, leaving a red mark.

"Shut up, did I let you speak?" Bynum cursed and then laughed, moving closer to her, twisting her body forcefully with one hand.

**’s face changed with pain; she had barely whimpered when she received another hit from the police baton, frightening her into keeping her mouth tightly shut.

"Hmm, bitch, nice figure. I remember you now. This scar on your ass was seared by my cigar, huh? Didn’t expect it’s still not healed." Bynum grabbed her hair, pulling her head around, and sneered, "You haven’t forgotten me, have you?"

"I haven’t." **’s tears flowed from the pain, but she was still forced to smile.

"That’s good, you know what to do, right? Come on, take off my pants." Bynum noticed some dust on the chest of his blue-black uniform and flicked it off with his hand.

The red-haired **** dared not resist and quickly turned around, squatting down to undo Bynum’s belt, only to be met with a strong stench of body odor.

"What are you waiting for?" Bynum was unsatisfied and slapped her across the face, "Want to spend time in prison?"

The client heard the commotion and stole a glance this way, immediately inviting a vicious beating from Bynum.

"Look again, and I’ll gouge out your eyes." Bynum hit the client once more with the police baton, then his gaze fell on his wrist and he paused, "Hey, isn’t there a watch too? Take it off for me."

"Officer, that’s a memento from my wedding, ah!" The client’s words garnered no sympathy.

Bynum, infuriated by the refusal, pushed aside the **** and swung the police baton, mercilessly beating the client, using his full force. Just two strikes left the client on the ground, moaning from the pain, while the officer showed no intention of stopping until the man’s skin was split and flesh exposed, and he himself was panting, only then did he stop.

"Get lost, don’t let me see you again." Bynum took off the man’s watch, carefully wiped it to make sure it was undamaged and still valuable, then showed a smug smile. After kicking the client hard in the stomach, he stopped paying any attention to him and yanked the ****’s hair, dragging her to the side of the police car.

"Go on, get up there!"

** had no choice but to lie down on the hood.

"Shit, this guy acts above the law!" The gangster watched Bynum’s outburst; surprised and yet filled with extreme envy, he turned to Tang Zheng, "Boss, you didn’t become a policeman to be like him, did you?"

"Shut up, does Tang Zheng have no class?" Teng Yuangxiang wanted to throttle him for being so clueless.

Tang Zheng opened the car door, stepped out, leaned against the car window, and gave Bynum a fierce middle finger.