Chapter 104: They Are Bullying People!

"Are you really just going to leave him like that?" Ling Feng asked curiously, riding his motorcycle side-by-side with Yang Meng.

Yang Meng nodded. "Let him sleep it off inside for now."

The two had found a hotel, dumped Zhang Quanbiao inside, and left him to his own devices.

Ling Feng shook his head. "You've been acting all mysterious lately, but never mind. You saved my life, so if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

Yang Meng replied, "It's better if you don't ask. I don't want to lie to you, so let's just leave it at that. By the way, since you aren't asking me anything, I actually have a question for you: have you ever handled a murder case at the police station?"

"A murder case?" Ling Feng shook his head. "I've come across dead bodies a few times—people who died of sudden illnesses in rented rooms, or suicides from charcoal burning—but I've never actually encountered a homicide. I dream of cracking a major case, but where would I get the chance? My mentor is quite capable, right? In his own words, he's spent his whole life dealing with petty thieves and scammers. If he encountered a robbery or kidnapping, that was considered a big case. The only time he ever dealt with a murder, it was a couple arguing; the wife got angry and slashed her husband once, then immediately regretted it and called for an ambulance. But it was a freak accident—the blade hit an artery, and he bled to death before the paramedics arrived. That was the only murder case my mentor saw in all his years as a cop. Why do you think murders cause such a media frenzy in our country? It's because they happen so rarely."

"Rarely?" Yang Meng scratched his head. "They aren't that rare, are they? Our country has a huge population and uneven development."

Ling Feng revved his engine and shouted in explanation, "Fine, it depends on the area. But there are just too many people in our country. How does that saying go? 'In a big enough forest, you'll find every kind of bird,' right? In police circles, the metric for public safety is the homicide rate per 100,000 people. In 2014, our country had a rate of 0.7, and now it's around 0.3. This number means our country is the safest in the world, bar none! It's way lower than Switzerland's. For us police, encountering a murder case means a chance at a commendation. Why are you asking this?"

The light turned red. Yang Meng stopped the bike, lifted his visor, and said to Ling Feng, "Just curious. Now it's your turn to shine!"

Ling Feng froze, looked ahead, and gave a bitter smile—the traffic police were out checking vehicles again.

You couldn't really blame the traffic police. Are motorcycles good? Yes. But why is it that when people think of motorcycles, the first thing that comes to mind is traffic accidents? It’s because there are too many unlicensed riders, people ignoring traffic rules, and people riding without proper documentation. These are the people causing all sorts of trouble.

Can you really expect someone who spent money to get a license and buy a bike through proper channels to ignore traffic laws?

Of course, there are exceptions. People driving cars also pay for licenses and cars, yet some still drink and drive or go the wrong way.

At the end of the day, it depends on the person.

However, there is one benefit to riding through the mountains with Ling Feng: when Yang Meng used to get stopped, he had to pull over and present all his documents for careful inspection. Now, with Ling Feng there, he just needs to flash his badge, which saves a lot of time.

By now, Yang Meng was practically an acquaintance to many of the traffic officers.

The two finally reached the foot of Qingniu Mountain, where the riders usually gathered. It was unusually lively today, with a large crowd gathered. "Meng, what are those people doing over there?" Ling Feng asked curiously.

Yang Meng shrugged. "What could attract this many riders instead of hitting the mountain? There's only one possibility: a beautiful woman has arrived."

Ling Feng laughed. "You're full of nonsense. Let's go take a look!"

As they pulled up, Ling Feng took off his helmet. "Buddy, you win! Damn, women on heavy bikes really are the coolest!"

Just as Yang Meng said, in the center of the crowd, several female riders were confronting a group of men. The women were clad in one-piece racing suits that accentuated their figures, and paired with their heavy motorcycles, they looked cool to the bone.

Three of them were standing in front of a rider, and that rider...

"Buddy, is that a man or a woman?" Ling Feng asked.

He asked because the rider hadn't taken off their helmet. Although long black hair spilled from the back of the helmet onto their shoulders, they were wearing a tight racing suit, and Ling Feng couldn't find a trace of a chest even with a magnifying glass. Given the height of the helmet, the person stood about 1.78 meters tall, and with a full-face helmet on, he couldn't see an Adam's apple, so he couldn't tell the gender.

Yang Meng glanced over and said, "That's a woman."

"A woman?" Ling Feng’s eyes widened. "Fine, now that you mention it, the helmet color is a bit feminine. It’s the same as yours, a Marushin!"

Yang Meng rolled his eyes. "I used to have one exactly like it, okay? Are you saying it's feminine?"

"Your taste has always been questionable. But tell me, how do you know she's a woman?" Ling Feng asked, puzzled. "How do I see this height and build and not think 'crossdresser'? If she really is a woman, she's had it rough; her chest definitely takes after her dad. It’s a good thing she's tall, otherwise, she'd be mistaken for a child."

Yang Meng laughed. "Stay away from Qi Kun in the future. You're starting to get as sharp-tongued as him."

"How do you know she's a woman?" Ling Feng persisted, acting like a curious child.

Yang Meng said, "I know the girls around her. And even if I didn't know her, I recognize the bike she's with."

Ling Feng looked intrigued. "You know these girls? Don't boast. If you knew beauties like this, it wouldn't be your style not to show them off! Isn't that bike next to her just a 'Baboon'?"

Yang Meng explained, "Let me tell you, these girls are all members of the Zhang San motorcycle club. And if I'm not mistaken, the one riding the 'Baboon' is the 'female hitman' Zhang San mentioned."

"A female hitman? We can't let her get away!" Ling Feng instinctively prepared to get off his bike to make an arrest.

Yang Meng grabbed him. "Don't get excited! You know where the world's largest terrorist training base is? It's our domestic driving schools! They churn out countless 'road hitmen.' Zhang San also runs a motorcycle driving school. He told me he had a female student who smashed his glass doors on her first day. Look at that 'Baboon'—the front fender clearly has impact marks. Plus, with those riders backing her up, it's very likely she's that student."

"A student coming here to ride the mountain?" Ling Feng asked.

Yang Meng shrugged. "Getting a motorcycle license isn't hard. Maybe she's already passed her test."

"Are these beauties really from the club you mentioned? I absolutely have to join that club!" Ling Feng laughed.

Yang Meng curled his lip. "Fine, I believe you've moved on from your breakup."

Ling Feng spread his hands. "What else? Do you want me to be crying and dying over it?"

He was smiling as he said it, but Yang Meng could tell it wasn't sincere. Men are best at hiding their pain.

Just then, one of the women spotted Yang Meng and waved with a joyful expression. "Meng! You're here? Are you just going to stand there and watch the show? Don't you see we're being bullied?"

These women were none other than Qiao Yu, Quan Yajing, and Chen Jiao. It was Chen Jiao who greeted Yang Meng, while Qiao Yu and Quan Yajing were locked in a staring match with the men opposite them, looking like two bickering little roosters.

Yang Meng spread his hands. "Are you the ones being bullied? To me, it looks like you're the ones bullying others. Look at Qiao Yu and Quan Yajing—if it weren't for their eye sockets, their eyeballs would have popped out!"

Qiao Yu and Quan Yajing instantly transformed from "roosters" into "little princesses." Quan Yajing said shyly, "If you aren't here, we have to be tough, right? We were just pretending to be strong! Now that you're here, we don't have to do that anymore."

Qiao Yu also put on a dainty act. "Exactly! They were so fierce earlier, they scared us to death!"

Yang Meng looked at Qiao Yu and scratched his head. "Qiao Yu, is my memory failing me? Didn't you have short hair? How did it get so long? Your hair grows way too fast."

Qiao Yu spun around happily. "Pretty, right? Let me tell you, there’s this thing called 'hair extensions.' Everyone says women look gentler this way. What do you think? Am I much gentler than before?"

The onlookers were speechless. Much gentler than before? You were just stepping on someone’s fender and cursing; that has nothing to do with being "gentle." And saying others bullied you and scared you? That’s way too fake.

Yang Meng patted Ling Feng on the shoulder. "No one dares to bully you. See this guy next to me? This is Officer Ling Feng, a man of pure integrity. Although he’s a bit ugly, short, lacking in sexual prowess, and his wallet is thin, he has no other major flaws. And he has one great merit: when he sees a beautiful woman, his sense of justice explodes. Whoever dares to bully you is just waiting for Officer Ling’s righteous judgment."

The scene fell silent. Ling Feng poked Yang Meng awkwardly. "Buddy, are you praising me?"

Yang Meng nodded with a serious, earnest expression. "That’s right, I’m praising you!"

Ling Feng was speechless. "If I didn't know you so well, I might have actually believed you. Hello, ladies."

He got off his bike and greeted each of the girls. "Don't believe a word that comes out of Meng's mouth! Well, not all of it. I am indeed Ling Feng, and I am indeed a police officer. What exactly is going on here?"

"They're bullying people!" The three girls pointed at the men they were confronting.

Yang Meng took off his helmet and looked. "Hey, Lu Xin? What are you doing here? Does your mom know you're here acting like a hooligan instead of doing your job?"