The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1995 Life is like a telephone call; either you hang up first, or I hang up first!

The black sedan stopped in the drizzling rain.
Zhang Cheng got out of the car and rushed home.

Looking up at his soaked clothes, Zhang Cheng exclaimed in astonishment, "This rain makes everything so white!"

"You're back?"

As Ah Xiang came downstairs, she was wearing pajamas and seemed to be going to get something, her two long, white legs displayed in front of her.

Looking at Ah Xiang, Zhang Cheng immediately said, "That's right!"

"Then you should go back and change your clothes, they're all wet!"

Ah Xiang smiled as she spoke to Zhang Cheng.

Just as Zhang Cheng reached the top of the stairs, he saw Tang Ren peeking out.
Patting Tang Ren on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Look at Ah Xiang! Don't you think Ah Xiang and I are a perfect match?"

With a broad smile, Tang Ren spoke these words, and Zhang Cheng fell silent for a moment.

Because he didn't understand where Tang Ren's confidence came from!

Is that Fish Leong? But this is Bangkok! She shouldn't have any say in what's happening here!

"Ren! The most important thing for you right now is to have brain surgery!"

As Zhang Cheng addressed Tang Ren, he stared at him intently.
Looking at Zhang Cheng with a hesitant expression, Tang Ren asked in astonishment, "I'm not sick, why would I need brain surgery?"

"But how could you say something like that if you're not sick!"

Giving Tang Ren a disapproving look, Zhang Cheng turned and went upstairs.

Staring in astonishment at Zhang Cheng's retreating figure, Tang Ren hesitated for a long time before saying, "No, you're jealous of me, aren't you? You must be jealous that Ah Xiang likes me!"

Upon hearing Tang Ren's words, Zhang Cheng nearly stumbled and fell down the stairs.

But the moment Zhang Cheng turned around, Tang Ren ran away.
Watching Tang Ren's retreating figure, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "It seems that hat has burned his cerebellum!"

The heavy rain continued into the next morning.
As Zhang Cheng stepped out in his police uniform, he couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Just then, Tang Ren returned with breakfast.
Looking at Tang Ren, Zhang Cheng raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Stop, let me check you!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, Tang Ren said in bewilderment, "Are you crazy?! We all live in the same building, why are you examining me?!"

Before Tang Ren could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng snatched the two steamed buns and said, "The officer suspects these steamed buns are unsafe and plans to take them back for testing. You can go now! Wait, grab a fried dough stick too."

Just as Zhang Cheng casually took the steamed buns and fried dough sticks, Tang Ren exclaimed in surprise, "If you want some, just say so! It's not like I'm not going to give you any!"

"What are you talking about? I'm doing this for the safety of the public! What do you know!"

With that, Zhang Cheng took a bite of the steamed bun, then went downstairs.

Staring in disbelief as Zhang Cheng left, Tang Ren hesitated for a long time before saying, "Corrupt cop!"

The moment Zhang Cheng heard Tang Ren's words as he went downstairs, he immediately turned around and said, "Get lost!"

As he drove to the police station, Zhang Cheng ate some fried dough sticks while humming a little tune.

However, just as the car rounded the corner, a three-wheeled motorcycle suddenly rushed out.

Seeing the enemy strike his right side like a torpedo, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but cover his face.
He was already driving very carefully; otherwise, he would have floored the gas pedal and run the other person over.

Getting out of the car, Zhang Cheng, holding an umbrella, said, "Damn, young man, you're so young, and your eyes aren't working properly anymore? Didn't you see my huge Renwang Shield?"

"Excuse me, excuse me, officer, the rain was so heavy, I didn't notice!"

Wearing a raincoat, the young man apologized, bowing repeatedly.
Seeing how sincere the other party was, Zhang Cheng didn't intend to pursue the matter further, after all, life is not easy!
Just as Zhang Cheng was about to let the other person leave, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. As if sensing something, the young man's gaze turned cold.

Time seemed to stand still. Zhang Cheng, holding the umbrella, stared at the young man without uttering a word.

"Crash!"

The rain was getting louder, and the two sides remained locked in a stalemate.

The next second, the young man seemed to lose his composure, and with a backhand motion, he drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed at Zhang Cheng.

Facing the attack, Zhang Cheng seemed prepared, taking a half step back and kicking his wrist.

"Snapped!"

The dagger flew from his palm and landed squarely on the ground.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the other man suddenly lashed out with his elbow, his eyes filled with ferocity.
Zhang Cheng tilted his head back to dodge, and looking at his opponent's movements, he said, "Oh, Muay Thai!"

"Drink!"

He leaped into the air, and his opponent delivered a knee strike straight to Zhang Cheng's chest.

Faced with the sudden assassin, Zhang Cheng calmly retreated, holding an umbrella in one hand and eating a steamed bun in the other, saying, "Not enough strength, too slow, not enough ruthlessness, a complete mess!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng bit into the steamed bun, freeing his hand to press down on the opponent's knee strike. Then, with his right fist clenched, he slammed it into the opponent's cheek.

"Oh!"

Under the fierce force, the assassin's eyes immediately cleared, and his mind went blank.
Continuing to eat his steamed bun, Zhang Cheng looked at the other man and said, "You can't kill me like this, young man!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the assassin spat out his bloodied teeth and drew his gun from his waist.
Looking at the other person in surprise, Zhang Cheng said awkwardly, "Isn't that a bit unnecessary? It was just a minor car accident, and I didn't even ask you for compensation."

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the other party immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the assassins all thought Zhang Cheng was surely dead, but they froze in the next second.

Even though he had emptied his magazine, Zhang Cheng remained standing there calmly, as if he hadn't been injured at all.
"idiot!"

Looking at the assassin with disdain, Zhang Cheng finished his steamed bun, then walked forward with his umbrella.

But when the assassin saw the change in Zhang Cheng's pupils, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, yet he couldn't utter a sound.

As a primal fear filled the air, he saw what appeared to be a prehistoric behemoth staring at him.
Upon reaching the assassin, Zhang Cheng learned everything through "soul-capturing and mind-stealing."
"As expected, how could a person feel pity for ants! I'm becoming more and more cruel!"

With a sigh, Zhang Cheng walked towards the car.

The moment he left, the assassin collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, and stopped breathing completely.

Driving to the police station, Zhang Cheng took out his phone and dialed, "Herta?"

"It's me! Chairman Zhang, is there something you need?"

With a cold expression, Herta answered the phone and couldn't help but ask,
I was happy that you gave me a gift this morning, but I didn't like the way you gave it to me!

Holding the phone with a serious expression, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak jokingly.
"A gift? What gift? Am I crazy? I'm giving you a gift!"

Asked in confusion, Herta was also momentarily dumbfounded.
"But why did that assassin say he was one of yours?"

As Zhang Cheng questioned Herta, his eyes also became puzzled.
Because he learned from the assassin's memories that the other party was hired by Herta, but if someone was impersonating him, wouldn't that create more trouble?
"What kind of assassin are you? You're framing me! I just wanted to make money, I had no intention of starting a war with you!"

As Heta explained over the phone, he was also a little confused, because he had no idea about this at all!
Hearing Herta say that, Zhang Cheng said grimly, "Then you better pray it's not one of yours! Otherwise, remember this: life is like a phone call—either you hang up first, or I hang up first!"

With that, Zhang Cheng hung up the phone and dialed the number again, saying, "Old Mian, I'm working overtime today!"

(End of this chapter)