Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1814: Chapter 1813: Don’t Look If You Shouldn’t

“Do you think I’ll allow this kind of thing to happen right in front of me?” Qin Jian looked at him, his gaze calm and collected.

The lead man had been mingling in society for quite some time as well. Through Qin Jian’s gaze, he could tell that this man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

“So, what do you intend to do?”

“Let him go!” Qin Jian said.

The man was silent for a while; he understood that with this soldier blocking his way, there was no way he could take Huizi.

Better not to add to the trouble.

“Fine. I’ll give you some face.” The man waved his hand to signal that Huizi could leave.

“Could you give me a lift, please?” Huizi was well aware that in his current state, he couldn’t get far. As soon as the officer left, he would be caught again quickly.

Qin Jian glanced at him, took out the handkerchief he always carried from his pocket, and threw it onto Huizi’s face: “Wipe the blood! Get in the car!”

Huizi nodded quickly, covered his forehead with the handkerchief, and pulled open the car door.

He bent down and sat inside, his gaze lingered on An Hao and two children sitting in the back seat.

An Hao disliked his gaze and looked at him coldly, “Don’t overdo it.”

Qin Jian opened the car door, caught the scene just in time, and without hesitation, stretched out his hand, grabbed Huizi’s ear, and twisted his head around: “Don’t look at what you shouldn’t! Get in the car! Hurry up!”

Huizi retracted his gaze and obediently sat in the passenger seat: “Where are we going?”

“You’re asking me?” Qin Jian raised his eyebrows.

He realized this man before him was really quite a rascal!

“Hmm. You won’t just throw me on the street, will you?” Huizi clutched his head looking at Qin Jian, seeing his gaze fall on his head wound, quickly said, “You hit me! I’m not going to hold it against you! But at least you should help me find a safe place, right? Of course, not a hospital! I’m not going to the hospital!”

“Hey! You’re quite the rascal, aren’t you?” An Hao, sitting in the back seat, was filled with anger when she heard him, “You crashed into us yourself, yet you’re blaming others! We shouldn’t have helped you at all! Qin Jian, throw him out!”

“No, no, no!” Huizi quickly waved his hands, showing a smile, and his words were very provoking, “How bad would that be? If you threw me out, I’d surely be dismembered by someone! You’re soldiers! Throwing me out would be equivalent to murder! The people’s troops murdering the people, isn’t that inappropriate?”

“Smooth talker!” Qin Jian coldly threw him a remark, then started the car.

Huizi, with his slick words, easily entangled the PLA comrade; he was quite pleased with himself, and his mouth curved upward with pride.

Qin Jian’s peripheral vision happened to catch Huizi’s smug expression, his face darkened, and his voice became much sterner: “Name.”

“An Hui.”

“Occupation.”

“A drifter. Haha!”

“You even take pride in being a drifter?”

“I say, soldier comrade, are you checking household registrations? If I remember correctly, this seems to be the police’s job, right?” An Hui had a carefree attitude.

“No worries. Just letting you get a feel for it in advance.” Qin Jian said.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Qin Jian stepped hard on the gas pedal, “I know where to take you that’ll be safer.”

“Where to?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”