Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

Jiang's slap not only hit the foreigner's face, but also Zhang Fuxi's heart, leaving him stunned and unable to help but gasp.

Jiang Lai's gaze was icy.

The loud slap and Zhang Fuxi's heavy breathing seemed to still echo in the air.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!!" The foreigner steadied himself, his chest heaving rapidly, veins bulging on his neck, and roared through gritted teeth with murderous intent.

The foreigner covered his cheek with one hand, while his other hand quickly reached for the pistol at his waist.

The moment Jiang Lai saw the foreigner's movements, his eyes narrowed.

The moment the foreigner drew his sidearm, a glint flashed in Jiang Lai's eyes. He moved like the wind, sidestepping and kicking the gun into the air. Then, with a swift movement, he caught the gun and it landed steadily in his hand.

"Move... and I'll kill you!!" Jiang Lai's tone was cold and devoid of any emotion as he pressed the gun to the foreigner's forehead.

Just as the foreigner was about to retaliate, he felt the coldness on his forehead and froze on the spot. He slightly raised his eyelids and the dark gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

Zhang Fuxi stared blankly at the scene unfolding before him.

Swish!

Coming to his senses, he immediately pulled out his pistol, held it with both hands, pointed it at Jiang Lai, and roared, "Stop!!"

It's no wonder Zhang Fuxi was wrong, because from the moment Jiang Lai raised his hand to slap the foreigner, it was only a few breaths before the foreigner drew his gun.

Jiang Lai turned his head in response, his gaze as cold and sharp as a knife, with a hint of madness in his eyes: "Let's see who's faster, you or me?"

Gulu!

"Don't...don't be impulsive!!" Zhang Fuxi swallowed hard; he sensed a deathly aura in Jiang Lai's eyes.

Jiang Lai gave him a cold look, then looked away and turned to the foreigner under the gun.

With a gun pointed at his forehead, the foreigner's body stiffened, his eyes filled with panic and fear, no longer the arrogant and domineering man he once was.

Charles, a British citizen and a senior superintendent in the police force, was used to lording it over others in Hong Kong. He had never had a gun pointed at his head before, and he felt both fearful and resentful.

"Jiang Lai, put down your gun first, let's talk this out!" Zhang Fuxi's hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly, fearing that Jiang Lai might impulsively kill the foreigner.

"Do you think we can still talk this out properly?" Jiang Lai glanced at him, pressed the gun against the foreigner's forehead, and spoke calmly.

Jiang Lai came to the police station because he didn't want to have any further conflict with the police, which is why he gave Chen Guozhong face.

But now it seems there is no room for easing tensions.

Zhang Fuxi took a deep breath, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he tried his best to remain calm and said, "Jiang Lai, do you know what you're doing right now?"

"Assaulting police officers!!"

"Steal the gun!"

"Taking police officers hostage!!"

"For every single one of these offenses, I can arrest you at any time!!!"

"Put down your gun now and apologize to Superintendent Charles immediately. If the superintendent is willing to forgive you, I can pretend this never happened!"

Zhang Fuxi didn't want to provoke Jiang Lai, so he could only temporarily lower his stance and make assurances to Jiang Lai.

After saying that, Zhang Fuxi stared at Jiang Lai with a nervous expression.

"Ha!!"

Jiang Lai scoffed, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Fuxi, and turned to look at the foreigner: "Superintendent Charles, right?"

“Yes…!” Charles’ forehead was covered in cold sweat as he struggled to speak.

"Come on, repeat what you just said?" Jiang Lai asked mockingly, pressing the gun barrel further against his forehead.

“I…!!” Charles’s body was tense and slightly stiff, unsure of how to respond.

Charles could clearly feel the coldness of the gun barrel and had no doubt that Jiang Lai would pull the trigger once he answered.

As a British police superintendent, although he was arrogant and haughty, he was not stupid and could recognize the situation.

"Jiang Lai!!" Seeing that Jiang Lai was still relentless, Zhang Fuji roared angrily.

He stood there, his eyes wide with rage, his hands gripping the gun handle tightly, his body trembling slightly with anger, but his eyes also revealed a deep sense of helplessness; the current situation was beyond his control.

Just as the three were locked in a stalemate, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure strode in.

"What's going on?!" The person who came was Chen Guozhong.

this.........

Chen Guozhong's expression changed immediately upon seeing the scene before him.

Hearing Zhang Fuxi's roar, he assumed that there had been a conflict between Jiang Lai and Zhang Fuxi.

But judging from the current situation, it seems to be more complicated than he imagined.

“Jiang Lai, you…” Chen Guozhong looked at Jiang Lai with a pale face. He did not expect that Jiang Lai would actually aim his gun at the police superintendent.

Jiang Lai didn't explain, he just gave him a helpless look and shrugged, but the gun in his hand was still pressed against Charles's forehead.

"You've come at the right time! Quickly make him put down his gun!" Zhang Fuxi said hurriedly when he saw Chen Guozhong come in.

Chen Guozhong's gaze sharpened as he looked at Jiang Lai, then at Zhang Fuxi, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Lai, whatever it is, let's put down our guns and sit down to talk, okay?"

Chen Guozhong's gaze toward Jiang Lai even carried a hint of pleading.

"Alright, tell him to put down his gun first!" Jiang Lai glanced in Zhang Fuxi's direction and spoke calmly.

Zhang Fuxi remained in the position of holding the gun.

Chen Guozhong also looked at Zhang Fuxi.

Not only that, even Charles looked at Zhang Fuxi.

. . . .

"Idiot, put the gun down now!!"

"Sir..."

"Shit, I order you to put down your gun!!" Charles gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice when he saw that Zhang Fuxi was unmoved.

Zhang Fuxi gave Jiang Lai a deep look, then reluctantly put the gun away.

All three of them turned their attention to Jiang Lai once again.

Jiang Lai casually tossed the pistol to Charles.

Charles hurriedly caught the pistol.

Even without the pistol, Jiang Lai's eyes remained calm. He looked at Charles and said softly, "Remember, watch your mouth from now on." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Charles was filled with resentment and anger; he felt insulted. Staring at Jiang Lai, his eyes flashing with rage, his voice hoarse, he said, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to lecture me?"

Chapter 155 Surrounding the Police Station

Charles's face was pale as he looked at Jiang Lai, his anger rising. As a British police superintendent, he had his own dignity and honor, and now he had been slapped in the face by a Chinese man. How could he swallow this insult?

Jiang Lai didn't say anything, but simply reached into his pocket, where his phone was.

"Sir, are you alright?" Zhang Fuxi immediately stepped forward to ask Charles about his well-being after the crisis was over.

"Humph!"

Charles snorted and straightened up.

He didn't even look at Zhang Fuxi, but stared intently at Jiang Lai, as if trying to see right through him.

Jiang Lai remained extremely calm and met his gaze without any fear.

“You will pay for your actions!!” Charles said grimly.

"It's not like Hong Kong hasn't had British police superintendents die there before!" Jiang Lai replied nonchalantly.

Jiang Lai was telling the truth; at least one cripple had killed a British police superintendent.

"you......."

Charles's face flushed red as he gripped the pistol that had returned to his hand, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

He wanted to raise his gun again, but remembering Jiang Lai's terrifying skills just now, he didn't dare to make any rash moves.

"Jiang Lai, you are simply too arrogant." Before Charles could even finish speaking, Zhang Fuxi immediately pointed at Jiang Lai's nose and shouted.

He was also very angry with Jiang Lai's behavior, which included beating a British police superintendent, pointing a gun at his head, and now making blatant threats.

Faced with this situation, let alone a promotion and a raise, it's uncertain whether he can even hold onto his position as director.

"Don't forget, this is the police station, not your territory, you little mule!!" Zhang Fuxi said angrily, pointing his finger at Jiang Lai's nose.

Jiang Lai's face darkened when he saw Zhang Fuxi's actions.

However, Zhang Fujie seemed completely oblivious to Jiang Lai's expression and threatened again, "I'll call people in right now and arrest you immediately, do you believe me?"

However, when faced with Zhang Fuxi's threat, Jiang Lai seemed to have heard something funny and couldn't help but laugh.

Hahahaha..............................

Laughter echoed in the office, the smiles filled with mockery and disdain.

Jiang Lai stopped laughing, his gaze turning cold. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the door behind him. "You can come, I can leave. You believe me?!"

He had a cold smile on his lips as he looked at Zhang Fuxi with a provocative expression.

Upon hearing Jiang Lai's words, Zhang Fuxi could no longer contain his anger and shouted towards the door, "Someone come here!!!"

"Officer Zhang, calm down!!"

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Chen Guozhong immediately spoke up, trying to stop Zhang Fuxi's next move.

"Calm down? How can I calm down?" Zhang Fuxi frowned and couldn't help but angrily say to Chen Guozhong.

"Let me tell you, Jiang Lai, Hong Kong is not a place where you triad members can do whatever you want!!" Zhang Fuxi said angrily, pointing at Jiang Lai once again.

"Officer Zhang!"

"Zhang Sir!!"

As soon as Zhang Fuxi finished speaking, two policemen arrived at the door and saluted him.

"Arrest him immediately!!" Zhang Fuxi pointed at Jiang Lai, his face full of anger as he ordered the two policemen.