Old Yang, the policeman, was met with a fierce and brutal counterattack. He wasn't Ye Tian's match at all; the only outcome was the punch at the beginning. The next punch wasn't landed on Ye Tian but was forcibly twisted onto the car door, resulting in a sharp pain in his fist followed by numbness. What happened next, a man who passed out couldn't remember.
"Don't even think about laying a hand on me unless you think your fists are faster than bullets."
The driver, a police officer, was quick. As Ye Tian was about to strike him, the dark muzzle of a gun was already pointed at him.
The Volkswagen police car came to a stop. Ye Tian felt the jolting; this was definitely not the city area. He had no idea where exactly they were. In the month since he arrived in Beiping, he had done nothing but wander aimlessly through several alleys and hadn't even been to Tian'an Men Square.
