Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

Even after being handcuffed, Xiao Ke was still indignant and resentful. "Why are you handcuffing me? Why are you handcuffing me?" Xiao Ke shouted as he struggled to break free.

The other people in the hats completely ignored him. When they got to the car, one of the hats kicked Xiao Ke into the car. What the hell? What the hell are you yelling for?

Xiao Ke's stomach hurt terribly from the kick. He sat in the car, clutching his stomach and grimacing, no longer daring to yell nonsense.

Once at the station, Xiao Ke was immediately locked in a cage. His stomach had recovered, and he jumped up with a whoosh, glaring at the men in hats and shouting, "Why are you arresting me? What law have I broken?"

"Damn it, you still dare to be unconvinced? I'll teach you to be unconvinced, teach you to be unconvinced!" A hat was swung up and slapped Xiao Ke across the face repeatedly.

The hat was slapped more than ten times before it stopped. It made Xiao Ke see stars, and he was so badly swaying that he could barely stand. One of Xiao Ke's cheeks was swollen and bright red, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"You little brat, still acting all high and mighty here! Quiet down, squat down!" someone shouted, hitting his hat.

Xiao Ke, who was in jail for the first time, had no choice but to back down. If he continued to be defiant, he would get another beating. A wise man knows when to back down, so he could only obediently squat down in the corner of the cage.

Seeing that Xiao Ke had chickened out, a few hats locked the cage door, leaving Xiao Ke there while the others went to get a late-night snack.

After Xiao Ke was taken away, his master, Lao Yang, panicked. What had this child done? How could he be handcuffed and taken away like this? He quickly put on his clothes and went to Xiao Ke's cousin's house to find the boss, Lao Guan, and Xiao Ke's cousin.

As expected, Lao Guan and Xiao Ke's uncle were playing mahjong. When they saw Lao Yang arrive, Xiao Ke's uncle was quite surprised. "Lao Yang, instead of getting a proper bath, you want to play a few rounds of mahjong?"

"What are you talking about, playing mahjong? Those guys from the Six Doors just handcuffed Xiao Ke and took him away," Old Yang said.

"What?!" Xiao Ke's cousin and Lao Guan exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Xiao Ke's uncle worked for the local police station and knew several people from the Six Doors nearby. When he heard that Xiao Ke had been arrested, he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He put down his mahjong tiles, grabbed some money, and went to find Xiao Sun from the Six Doors nearby.

To put it bluntly, this Xiao Sun was a backer of Xiao Ke's cousin. He would send Xiao Sun gifts during holidays and ask him to give him massages or something to protect his small gambling game. That's how it was in those days; if you didn't have a backer, you couldn't do anything.

Luckily, Xiao Sun happened to be on duty that night, and Xiao Ke's cousin invited him out, took him to a hair salon for a hair wash and a massage, then treated him to a big meal and drinks, and even gave him two packs of cigarettes.

After this one-stop service was completed, Xiao Ke's uncle explained his purpose and asked Xiao Sun to inquire about Xiao Ke's situation.

Just as Xiao Ke's cousin had predicted, it was indeed Li Baobao who had reported Xiao Ke. Xiao Sun promised Xiao Ke's cousin that he would find someone to intervene, and as long as Li Baobao didn't pursue the matter, he could suppress it.

There was no other way, so to show their sincerity, Xiao Ke's uncle called Xiao Ke's father over. The two of them bought canned fruit and went to the hospital to find Li Baobao.

Li Baobao was fine at the hospital. How deep could those scissors have pierced his back? For someone like him who was always getting into fights, it was just a little painful, nothing serious.

After Xiao Ke's cousin knocked on the door and entered Li Baobao's hospital room, he immediately put on a smiling face and asked, "Old Li, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"I almost lost my life in a few rounds, damn it," Li Baobao said, glancing sideways.

"This little injury isn't serious, not at all. Everyone knows you, Old Li, are a man who's weathered many storms," ​​said Xiao Ke's cousin.

"It's not like it's a chicken feather. Try getting pricked yourself. It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. Are you all here to watch me make a fool of myself?" Li Baobao was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it.

Why would I stand by and watch you make a fool of yourself? I've come to apologize to you on behalf of my nephew. This is my cousin, Xiao Ke's father, who's also here to apologize to you.

"Brother, I'm so sorry, my brat son was too impulsive. I'll break his hand when he gets home. Please calm down, calm down," Xiao Ke's father quickly apologized.

"Oh, so he's your son? Your son's really something. Let's see if he's still so arrogant. Let me tell you straight, this isn't over." Li Baobao said defiantly.

"Old Li, everything can be discussed. Look, my brother and I are here. The kid is just being silly, so please forgive him this time and give him face," Xiao Ke's cousin added.

Want me to spare him? Sure, cough... ptooey... Li Baobao said, coughing up a mouthful of yellowish phlegm from her throat and spitting it onto the ground with a thud.

"Make his father kneel on the ground for his son, lick this phlegm off for me, and then give me 1000 yuan. I'll give you face then," Li Baobao said, pointing to the sticky phlegm on the ground.

Many people might think that 1000 yuan isn't much for Li Baobao, and certainly not much nowadays. But in 1977, when the average monthly wage was 30 to 50 yuan, 1000 yuan was equivalent to two years' salary for a person, which was quite a lot. Li Baobao was asking for an exorbitant amount.

"Old Li, isn't this a bit much?" said Xiao Ke's cousin.

"In a few days, I'll tell you, either do as I say, lick up your phlegm, and give me the money, or wait for that little brat to go to jail and see if I can get him a lighter sentence," Li Baobao said viciously.

Upon hearing that his son was going to jail, Xiao Ke's father's head buzzed. Without saying a word, he knelt down with a thud, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue to lick Li Baobao clean the salty, sticky phlegm on the ground.

Li Baobao was taken aback by Xiao Ke's father's actions. He hadn't expected that his impulsive words would actually make Xiao Ke's father lick up his phlegm, almost making Li Baobao vomit.

After licking his phlegm, Xiao Ke's father stood up. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Brother, I'll go back and raise the money right now. I'll definitely bring it to you tomorrow. I hope you keep your word and let my son go." With that, Xiao Ke's father and his cousin left the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Xiao Ke's uncle cursed, "That idiot is the worst bastard around here. Fuck him! Cousin, are you alright?"

"Cough... spit, spit..." Xiao Ke's father spat out two mouthfuls of phlegm and said, "It's nothing. It's just that Xiao Ke, that good-for-nothing, offended them. It's nothing for me to suffer a little. He's so young. As long as he doesn't go to jail, it's fine."

If Xiao Ke's father had known that Xiao Ke would be imprisoned eight times in just a few short years, he would never have licked that yellowish, sticky phlegm.

Despite his anger, Xiao Ke's father thought, "Son, you have to find a way to save him." So he went back to raise the money.

Will Little Ke be rescued? Stay tuned for the next episode.