Chapter 81 - Fight, Ye Jian
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
They set out at nearly six in the afternoon and didn’t enter the city until eleven in the evening.
Glancing at the horizon of the city, Xia Jinyuan saw lightning flickering constantly in the clouds. It seemed like a storm was around the corner.
He didn’t wake up Ye Jian, who had been sleeping for hours. Smiling gently, he drove into the gas station.
Ye Jian woke up abruptly as soon as the car stopped. Without any trace of drowsiness, her eyes were clear and bright.
It was a sign that she had formed a vigilant habit. The instant that she opened her eyes, her brain should be absolutely sober!
Looking at the layers of clouds flashing with lightning across the sky, Ye Jian frowned slightly and said, “A storm is coming. How long will it take to reach the police station?”
“We will be there in twenty minutes. The bathroom is in the front, and beside it, there is a convenience store,” said Xia Jinyuan while turning off the engine. He took out his wallet and handed it to Ye Jian. “We need to have some food. The police station is notoriously stingy that it won’t provide any meals for us.”
Ye Jian was hungry indeed. Taking the black wallet, which still had Xia Jinyuan’s body temperature, Ye Jian went to the convenience store and bought two bottles of milk and two packets of wafer biscuits. Carrying the food bag, she was about to walk outside.
A man and a woman, talking and laughing, pushed open the door and walked inside. Ye Jian gave way to them by moving to the side. The man, flirting with the woman, didn’t notice Ye Jian and bumped into her with his shoulder.
A very light smell of gunpowder was in the air. Ye Jian saw a small black handle revealing from the man’s sports jacket that had turned outside.
It was a Luger KP94 pistol, which was a large pistol made of stainless steel that could fire 9*19mm bullets!
The reason she could recognize the genre of the pistol by its handle was that the components—ranging from the barrel, the handle, the frame to the inner parts—of a Luger KP94 were all made from stainless steel!
The man was possessing weapons illegally. Ye Jian couldn’t help but glance at him once again.
As soon as she walked out of the convenience store, a streak of lightning whipped across the sky, followed by a clap of loud thunder. The power from nature was heart-shaking.
Raindrops were splashing on the ground. In an instant, the entire city was blanketed by a curtain of rain.
Ye Jian went back to the car. Later, as Xia Jinyuan got on the car, she whispered, “I met a man and a woman in the convenience store. The man carries a Luger KP94 pistol. I remember his face. Do you have a pen and paper? I can draw it so you can see.”
After a pause, she added, “The man looks similar to Brother Fei but younger. And from the way he talked, he didn’t sound like a Chinese, but like he grew up in a foreign land.”
Xia Jinyuan, who was about to start the car, took out a pen. And then, he turned around, with the help of his long arm, he grabbed the plastic bag on the back seat easily. He took out a book from the bag and turned to the very back of it. Pointing at a blank page, he said in a deep voice, “Draw it. Let me have a look.”
“Brother Fei has always had liaisons overseas, but we have never caught them,” he said in a sharp tone. His voice was increasingly fierce against the backdrops of the raining sounds.
“He has short hair, with a scar on his left ear…” Holding the pen, Ye Jian started to draw the man’s facial features on the blank paper. Then, she wrote down notes about his traits, including his approximate height, the clothes, and shoes he was wearing, even the colors of his socks.
After inquiring the cashier about something, the man, who had an exotic accent and bought two packs of cigarettes, walked out of the convenience store, holding the sexy woman. Rather than get into his car right away, he looked at the sudden storm. A hint of gloominess flashed upon his face.
In a short while, an imported BMW sped towards downtown.
