From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 159 Reputation
Before, Jiang Yao always wore a helmet.

After Sang Biao glanced at him, he passed him and his eyes fell directly on Cheng Feier.

After all, he has a normal sexual orientation, and to him, how could a man be more pleasing to the eye than a great beauty like Cheng Fei'er.

"Mad dog Yao..." But now, Sang Biao, who looked ferocious, just saw Jiang Yao's appearance clearly. He was trembling with fear. A terrible name had already emerged in his mind.

"Who are you? Who gave you the courage to speak like that in front of my boss..." He was so frightened that he didn't have time to react. The long-haired man who had been staring at Jiang Yao next to him already had an indignant look on his face and started pointing at Jiang Yao and cursing.

Although this guy claims to be the driving god of Tsim Sha Tsui, he obviously doesn't know Jiang Yao.

After all, Tsim Sha Tsui is a prosperous area, and there are too many society members who make a living there.

Jiang Yao has only been a uniformed police officer for a short time, and the streets he patrols every day during work are just those fixed streets.

The name Mad Dog Yao might be very well-known in Tsim Sha Tsui, but the only people who really know him are those who have met him and dealt with him.

"Longhair, you want to die, right? Get away from me!"

Changmao roared angrily, but before he could finish his words, Sangbiao, his boss, kicked him hard in the chest.

The kick seemed to be quite powerful. The confused Changmao was kicked back four or five steps. Before he could stand firmly, he sat down on the ground.

"Boss, I..." With disbelief on his face, Changmao looked directly at his boss Sangbiao.

If it was Jiang Yao who kicked him, he could understand it, but he was really confused when his boss suddenly kicked him.

"What are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense and shut up!" Pointing at the guy, Sang Biao shouted angrily.

Then, he retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Yao, with a bright smile on his face: "Brother Yao, why are you here?"

"My subordinates were ignorant and offended you. It was a misunderstanding. This is really a misunderstanding!"

"If you're a scoundrel, you have to admit your mistakes. Whether it's beatings or scoldings, or compensation, as long as you ask, I'll admit it!"

……

If his leg was broken during a fight with other gangs, Sang Biao would never accept it unless he got revenge.

But when facing Jiang Yao, he was really a little scared!

The last time he was shouting in front of Jiang Yao, those who followed him were his trusted and capable fighters, and their number was as many as twenty or thirty people.

But in front of Jiang Yao, this is of no use at all.

Looking at him, who was not strong at all, he had such brute force that even if six or seven people rushed up to hug him, they would be thrown away by him.

Their fists and feet landed on Jiang Yao's body, but it was just like tickling him, without any effect at all.

On the other hand, when Jiang Yao fought with them, they were hurt if they touched them, and fell down if they were touched.

After living for more than thirty years, Sang Biao truly experienced what despair was for the first time.

What made him feel even more weird was that Jiang Yao seemed to be very evil.

At that time, he stood in front of Jiang Yao with his head held high and his chest puffed out. His feet slipped and he stumbled, just in time to touch the gun on Jiang Yao's waist.

Afterwards, when someone threatened to steal my gun, several police batons came down on me.

Without any chance to fight back, Sang Biao fell to the ground with his legs broken.

Whenever he thinks of those scenes, he still feels a lingering fear.

It has been less than a week since he was discharged from the hospital. When facing Jiang Yao again, Sang Biao was terrified. He was really worried that Jiang Yao would break his legs again without saying a word.

If something like this really happened, the only thing he could do would probably be to file a complaint with the police.

As for finding a knifeman or a gunman to kill Jiang Yao? Regardless of whether they can beat him or not, the society will not allow it.

After all, on-duty police officers are different from undercover agents. If a society dares to send people to assassinate on-duty police officers, it is a slap in the face of the Police Department.

If the matter is accidentally exposed, their society will definitely suffer crazy retaliation from the police force, which will cause huge economic losses to their various businesses.

After all, the grudge between Sang Biao and Jiang Yao was just a personal one, and the society he belonged to would not allow itself to suffer huge losses because of such a thing.

"As a police officer, it's weird for me to take a girl out for a ride? Do I need to explain this to you?"

"You were so tough just now, you didn't even take the lawyer seriously. I just showed up, and you're already admitting defeat?"

"You are not fun at all right now. I am really disappointed."

"Relatively speaking, I still prefer the unruly one who always says arrogantly that you are the boss after twelve o'clock."

Jiang Yao curled his lips with a look of disdain.

He took out a cigarette and just put it in his mouth, Sang Biao smiled, he was very sensible, quickly took out a lighter and helped Jiang Yao light the cigarette. Jiang Yao, who was originally thinking of finding an excuse to break his legs again, now had no interest at all.

Because in his opinion, doing this was like bullying elementary school students. Not only was it not fun, it also felt a bit embarrassing.

"Brother Yao, we are wrong to have disturbed your interest and offended you and this lawyer friend."

"I have only this car that I just bought a short time ago that is a little more valuable."

"If you don't mind, the car is your compensation and you can drive it away!"

While speaking, Sang Biao, with a look of pain on his face, took out a car key with a bull's head logo and pressed the key towards a very cool sports car not far away.

This sports car cost him nearly three hundred thousand yuan. Although it was not obtained through legitimate means, it already had a license plate.

He did this simply to avoid disaster by spending money.

After all, his territory is in Tsim Sha Tsui. As long as Jiang Yao accepts his compensation, for the sake of the car, he won't continue to make trouble and take it out on himself!

"You have a good ideological consciousness, kid."

"I like your compensation. Since you are so sincere, I will accept it with reluctance."

"But I can lend you the car for one night. Tomorrow, you can take the car to see Lawyer Cheng."

Jiang Yao nodded with a smile and looked at Cheng Fei'er beside him: "Feixing Records is accepting a sports car as a gift from a fanatical fan. Fei'er, please help me change the car's documents tomorrow."

As an upright police officer, he has zero tolerance for accepting bribes from gang members and will never make such a low-level mistake.

Of course, Zhang Fang, whose album has sold double platinum, already has quite a few fans. If one of his fanatical fans really wants to give a car to his record company Feixing Records, Jiang Yao has no right to interfere.

As a boss, he takes advantage of the fame of his artists and drives the car himself. This is normal and there is nothing worth saying about it.

Just now, when Sang Biao tore up her business card and looked at her with a ferocious look, although Cheng Feier looked relatively calm, she was actually very panicked in her heart.

After Jiang Yao took off his helmet, Sang Biao's sudden transformation left her stunned, and she couldn't react for a long time.

"Okay, Brother Yao, leave the formalities to me."

At this moment, after hearing Jiang Yao's instructions, she quickly nodded and agreed.

Before, when she was chatting with Uncle Lin downstairs in Jinxia Building, she kept bragging about how successful Jiang Yao was in the underworld, but that was just pure nonsense.

She had only contacted Jiang Yao by phone a few times and only knew that Jiang Yao was a uniformed police officer. Cheng Feier didn't actually know much about his specific situation.

But now, seeing this guy named Sang Biao in front of her, who was as scared as a mouse seeing a cat in front of Jiang Yao, it seemed as if stars began to appear in her eyes when she glanced at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao got back on the R1, started the car, and reminded Cheng Feier, who was also sitting in the back seat, to hold him tightly and sit down.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car shot off into the distance like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the night without a trace.

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Withdrawing his gaze from the distance, Sang Biao sighed, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Boss, who is that guy? Are you really going to drive the car you just bought over tomorrow and transfer it directly to him?" One of the younger brothers around him asked tentatively with a puzzled look on his face.

"Brother Changmao was beaten like a pig. Boss, not only did you not stand up for him, you even kicked him a few times..." Some people were even indignant and spoke up for Changmao.

But before he could finish his words, a scarred man beside him slapped him on the forehead: "You know nothing, there are some people we can't afford to offend."

"Do you know who that person was just now? Let me tell you, he is Mad Dog Yao."

"Do you know how powerful he is? Let me tell you, if all of us are combined, he can knock us all down with just three punches and two kicks."

"Besides, that guy is really vicious. With your small arms and legs, if he touches you casually, you will probably lose your arms and legs."

"How many people who make a living in Tsim Sha Tsui don't know the name of Mad Dog Yao? And how many people dare to provoke him?"

"It's wise for the boss to compromise and give him a car. With this little kindness, we don't have to worry about that guy suddenly going crazy and taking it out on us when we walk on the street in the future."

……

Among the group of people in front of him, in addition to Sang Biao, there were several others who had been taught a lesson by Jiang Yao along with him that day.

Those who have not actually fought with Jiang Yao have no idea how fierce he is.

Those who had fought with him and been taught a lesson by him would just avoid him when they met him, let alone revenge. Even if they met Jiang Yao again and were looked at by him, they would feel uneasy and terrified.

His subordinates began to question himself, but Sang Biao just smoked silently without giving any explanation.

Having said that, those around him who knew how powerful Jiang Yao was, started talking at once and took the initiative to clarify the doubts for others.

(End of this chapter)