Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

"Go away!"

Xue Shih-hao impatiently shoved Na-jie away.

What are you doing!

Just then, the honest and unassuming boss, who had been in the kitchen the whole time, heard the commotion outside and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed out with a gleaming kitchen knife in his hand and his eyes red, blocking his wife and Ruan Jiaxin's way and yelling at Xue Shihao and the other two.

"Get out! All of you get out! Otherwise... otherwise I'll call the police!"

When they saw the boss holding a cleaver, Xue Shihao and his two henchmen were stunned for a moment, but instead of being afraid, they burst into wild laughter.

Xue Shih-hao pointed to his neck and approached his boss step by step, his face full of provocation and disdain.

"Call the police? Hahaha! Go ahead and chop me! Chop me here! You old bastard, you dare? Huh? Who the hell are you trying to scare with that kitchen knife? Try touching me and see what happens! I guarantee you'll make sure your whole family can't survive in Dongguan!"

The boss was so frightened by his arrogant attitude that his hands were trembling. He was an honest man and had only taken out the knife when he was forced into a corner. Now, being pushed by Xue Shihao, he was at a loss and his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. He didn't dare to actually cut down.

Xue Shih-hao saw through his outward bravado but inner weakness, and suddenly raised his hand with lightning speed.

With a loud "smack," he delivered a crisp slap to the boss's face!

"what!"

The boss was knocked off balance, and five red finger marks instantly appeared on his face. The cleaver also fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Old Zhang!"

"Uncle Zhang!"

The proprietress, Sister Na, and Ruan Jiaxin exclaimed at the same time. Sister Na rushed over to support her husband, while Ruan Jiaxin, both anxious and angry, took out her phone and shouted.

"You...you are completely lawless! I'm calling the police right now!"

"Call the police? Hahaha!"

Xue Shih-hao seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He put his hands on his hips and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Go ahead and call! Call whatever you want! I'll tell you, the police station is just around the corner! Do you want me to give you their phone number?"

He proudly pulled out the latest model phone from his pocket, waved it in front of Ruan Jiaxin, and showed it off.

"See? Chen Yunfei, the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, is the first number in my contacts! Should I call him now and report it to the police for you?"

As he spoke, he actually pulled out the number in front of everyone, dialed it, and pressed the speakerphone button!

"Beep...beep..."

The phone was answered quickly after only two rings, and a steady middle-aged male voice came from the receiver.

"Hey? Shih-hao, what made you think of calling Uncle Chen?"

Upon hearing this voice, everyone in the noodle shop, including Luo Fei, felt a chill run down their spines!
His tone and the speed at which he answered the phone undoubtedly proved that Xue Shih-hao was not exaggerating!
Xue Shih-hao glanced smugly at Ruan Jiaxin and the boss couple, then smiled and spoke into the phone.

"Uncle Chen, I hope I didn't disturb your work? I'm having noodles at Sister Na's Beef Noodles, and they're really delicious! I was just thinking of giving you a call to help promote them!"

Deputy Director Chen Yunfei on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Oh? Really? When did you become so kind? Did you get into trouble again?"

No! Absolutely not!

Xue Shih-hao denied it outright, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"I just thought the noodles were delicious and wanted to share them with you. Oh, by the way, Uncle Chen, if you ever see my grandfather, please give him my regards!"

"Okay, no problem."

"How is Elder Xue's health?"

"I'm fine, thank you for thinking of me."

"That's good. I'll hang up now, I have a meeting here."

"Okay, Uncle Chen, you're busy!"

The call ended, and a busy tone came through.

Xue Shihao slowly put his phone back in his pocket, then looked at his boss and his wife, who were pale and looked as if all their strength had been drained, and Ruan Jiaxin, who was biting her lower lip and whose eyes were filled with anger and a hint of despair.

He shrugged, a mocking smile on his face like a cat catching a mouse, and asked, word by word.

"So? Should we... call the police?"

The air inside the noodle shop seemed to freeze.

Xue Shih-hao's phone call to the deputy director of the municipal bureau was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last embers of hope in Uncle Zhang, Sister Na, and Ruan Jiaxin's hearts.

The shadow of power, so naked and heavy, pressed down on this small noodle shop, making it hard to breathe.

Xue Shih-hao looked at the three people's desperate expressions with smug satisfaction, as if admiring his own spoils of war.

He refocused his greedy gaze on Ruan Jiaxin's beautiful yet pale face, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure.

"How about that, little beauty? Now you know who's in charge in Dongguan, right? Come with me, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, a hundred times better than working as a waiter in this shabby noodle shop!"

The proprietress, Sister Na, felt her heart breaking when she saw Ruan Jiaxin's helpless state.

She knew that this matter was unlikely to end well, and that the Xue family was someone she absolutely could not afford to offend.

To save the noodle shop and to prevent Xiao Qing from suffering further harm in the conflict, she had no choice but to make a painful decision.

She walked shakily to the cashier, took out a few bills, stuffed them into Ruan Jiaxin's hand, and said in a choked voice.

“Xiao Qing…it’s all my fault…this…this is your wages, you…you should leave now, go through the back door, go home, and don’t come back anytime soon…”

Ruan Jiaxin looked at the few light yet heavy banknotes in her hand, then at Sister Na with tears streaming down her face and Uncle Zhang, who was covering his face and speechless with dejection. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She understood Na Jie's good intentions; it was about sacrificing her to protect the entire stadium.

She bit her lip, forcing back her tears, nodded silently, clutched the money tightly, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Leave? Did I say you could leave?"

Upon seeing this, Xue Shihao's face darkened. He took a step forward and reached out with his groping hand, which was adorned with a large gold ring, to grab Ruan Jiaxin's arm.

"If you don't come with me today, you're not going anywhere!"

Ruan Jiaxin screamed in fright and instinctively backed away, just as that disgusting hand was about to touch her—at this critical moment!
Luo Fei, who had been sitting quietly in the corner as if he were just an ordinary diner, moved!
His movements were as fast as a ghost; before everyone could see anything, he was already standing in front of Ruan Jiaxin.

At the same time, he casually raised his right hand, and his attack, though delayed, was already overtaken!

"Snapped--!!!"

A resounding slap echoed through the noodle shop like a firecracker!

Luo Fei's slap landed squarely on Xue Shihao's face, which was filled with arrogance and lewdness!

The force was so great that Xue Shihao was spun halfway around on the spot, five clear finger marks instantly appeared on his face, which quickly swelled up, and even a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth!
Xue Shihao was stunned by the beating. He covered his burning cheek and stared incredulously at Luo Fei, who had suddenly appeared. His mind was buzzing.

In all his years, in this small corner of Dongguan, he had always been the one hitting others; he had never been slapped in public like this before, especially such a hard slap!

The two blond-haired thugs behind him were also dumbfounded and didn't react for a moment.

Luo Fei shook his hand as if it had been stained with something dirty. He looked at Xue Shihao with icy eyes. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that clearly reached everyone's ears.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you dare to harass an innocent young woman and even lay a hand on her? Who gave you the audacity?"

Xue Shihao finally snapped out of his shock. An unprecedented sense of humiliation and rage surged through him. He pointed at Luo Fei, trembling with anger, and roared incoherently.

"You...you dare hit me?! Do you know who I am?! In Dongguan, I'm the law! You're dead! Kill him!!"

With a roar, Xue Shihao, like a mad dog, swung his fist and smashed it with all his might toward Luo Fei's face!
This punch, thrown in anger, did indeed create a slight gust of wind.

However, in Luo Fei's eyes, who possessed super reaction abilities, his seemingly fierce punch was as slow as a slow-motion replay in a movie.

Luo Fei didn't even move his feet; he simply tilted his head slightly and easily dodged the seemingly inevitable punch.

Xue Shihao missed his punch, lost his balance, and staggered forward.

Unconvinced, he roared and threw punches again, left hook and right straight, attacking Luo Fei relentlessly without any strategy!

But the result remained the same!
Luo Fei's figure swayed slightly in place, his movements as agile as a ghost. Xue Shihao's storm of punches couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes! Each time seemed thrilling, yet he always missed by a hair's breadth.

Seeing their boss suffer a loss, the two blond-haired thugs next to him reacted, howled, and pounced on Luo Fei from the left and right, trying to grab his arms and legs.

A cold glint flashed in Luo Fei's eyes, and he stopped dodging.

His left hand shot out like lightning, like an iron clamp, and precisely grabbed the wrist of the tall, thin, blond man who was lunging at him from the right.

The blond-haired man felt an irresistible force coming from his wrist, as if he were being clamped by a hydraulic press. A sharp pain shot through him instantly, and he screamed "Ah!" as the force bent him over.

Almost simultaneously, Luo Fei's right hand clenched its five fingers and precisely grabbed Xue Shihao's wrist as he struck again!
Xue Shihao felt as if his wrists were being constricted by red-hot iron hoops, and the excruciating pain caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered!
"Ahhhh!!! My hand! My hand is broken!!"

He felt his wrist bones making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound under the crushing of that large hand, as if they were about to shatter completely at any moment!
Another blond guy with an earring lunged forward, but before his fist could even touch Luo Fei, Luo Fei slapped him across the face with lightning speed!
"Crack! Crack!"

Two resounding slaps in quick succession!

The blond guy with the earring didn't even utter a sound before he was spun 360 degrees in mid-air by the slap, and then crashed heavily to the ground like a lump of mud.

His body began to convulse uncontrollably, his eyes rolled back, and he foamed at the mouth. It seemed that his facial nerves had been damaged, and he was knocked into a semi-conscious state.

Luo Fei then released his grip on the tall, thin, blond man. The blond man clutched his wrist, which was almost broken, wincing in pain as he backed away, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Luo Fei. He dared not approach again.

Luo Fei's grip on Xue Shihao's wrist showed no sign of loosening; instead, he slowly increased the pressure.

"Ah—!!! It hurts! It hurts so much! Let go! Let go now!!"

Xue Shihao was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. His previous arrogance had vanished, leaving only a pig-like wail. He felt like his wrist was about to shatter! The intense pain made his legs go weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

His screams were so piercing that even an old man living upstairs was startled, opening his window and peeking out to curse.

"What's all that yelling about so early in the morning?! Can't a person get some sleep?!"

The other diners in the noodle shop, who were already terrified, dared not linger any longer upon seeing this bloody and violent scene. They fled in panic without even paying their bills.

"Brother...sir...I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please...have mercy on me...let me go...my hand is going to break..."

Xue Shihao completely chickened out and begged Luo Fei for mercy with a sob in his voice. All he wanted now was to save his hand.

Luo Fei coldly watched his ugly behavior before letting go of his hand.

Xue Shihao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He slumped to the ground, clutching his right wrist, which was swollen like a bun and unnaturally bent, panting heavily. Cold sweat soaked his back.

Luo Fei looked down at him, his tone full of disdain.

"Is that all you've got? Besides hitting women and bullying others by relying on your family's power, what else can you do? You're like a toad trying to eat swan meat. You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror!"

After saying that, Luo Fei stopped looking at him, as if he had just casually swatted away a few flies.

He walked to the table where he had just been sitting, picked up his phone, skillfully opened the payment app, and scanned the QR code on the wall.

"WeChat Pay, 28 yuan received."

The cold, electronic notification sound rang out in the quiet, tense noodle shop, sounding particularly abrupt and... ironic.

Luo Fei paid for his bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce and a bottle of cola, not a penny more or less.

After doing all this, he didn't even glance at Xue Shihao again. He nodded slightly to Uncle Zhang, Sister Na, and Ruan Jiaxin, who were still in shock and confusion, as if to say hello. Then he walked calmly toward the entrance of the noodle shop, as if he had just finished an ordinary breakfast.

Xue Shihao watched Luo Fei's departing figure, his eyes filled with a complex mix of resentment and fear.

He endured the excruciating pain, used his uninjured left hand to support himself on the ground, struggled to his feet, and staggered back to the entrance of the noodle shop.

Looking at his swollen, aching, and almost numb right wrist, an unprecedented wave of humiliation and rage surged through him once again.

He shakily reached for his phone with his left hand, his fingers trembling uncontrollably from the pain and anger.

He found a number saved as "Grandpa" and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered; it was a woman's voice.

"Hello? Is this Shih-hao?"

"Call my grandpa! Quickly!"

Xue Shih-hao roared, his voice trembling with tears.

Soon, the phone seemed to be put on speakerphone, and a slightly aged but strong voice came through, tinged with displeasure.

"Shihao? What's all this fuss about? I was practicing Tai Chi in the yard." (End of Chapter)