The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Are you crazy?" Mu Yang lowered his voice and glanced at the brothers with tattoos on the steps, "Use your brain! This is the territory of Ni Guang Tang, do you think it's a vegetable market?"

"Of course I know!" Zhou Hao stiffened his neck. "It's precisely because this is his lair that I want to break in! Captain, if you are afraid, just step back and don't stop me from getting rid of this evil for the people!"

Mu Yang was so angry that he wanted to beat him up. "Do you think you are Wu Song fighting a tiger? Chen Yifan has hundreds of brothers under him, and each of them has a weapon in his hand. What can you use to fight them? A police badge?"

Zhou Hao staggered half a step, but still struggled forward: "I have a gun!"

"Naive! How dare you shoot here? Do you know where this is? There are residential areas all around! Bullets don't have eyes, what if you hurt civilians?"

"Then I'll challenge him in a one-on-one duel!" Zhou Hao's face turned red. "One-on-one, a fair duel!"

"Fair?" A sneer suddenly came from the stairs. Chen Yifan walked down leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth, and the saber twirled between his fingertips. "I'm in the underworld. How can I talk about fairness? Little detective, if you want to die, just say so."

Zhou Hao turned around abruptly, his hand on the holster at his waist: "Chen Yifan! I'm going to arrest you today!"

Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and pressed his saber against his throat: "Catch me? With your thin arms and legs, can you survive three moves?"

The younger brothers burst into laughter, and someone whistled, "Little agent, why don't you make yourself stronger first? That way you won't get knee pain from kneeling later."

Mu Yang hurriedly stood between the two of them and winked at Chen Yifan: "Stop it! He's just a young fool, why are you arguing with him?"

"Who wants to argue with him?" Chen Yifan glanced at Zhou Hao, "I just want to teach the young detective what the rules of the underworld are."

Zhou Hao suddenly stretched out his hand to push Mu Yang away, took out a piece of talisman paper and threw it at Chen Yifan: "Stop talking nonsense! Watch this!"

The talisman paper stuck to Chen Yifan's chest, and the latter did not move at all, because he was stunned by the talisman.

The younger brothers were also laughing so hard that they fell backwards. Someone took out his phone to take a video: "Come on, little agent! If you don't have enough talisman paper, I still have toilet paper!"

Zhou Hao was so angry that he was shaking all over. He reached for his gun and said, "You...you guys, don't be so arrogant!"

Mu Yang refused this offer and quickly held his hand: "Zhou Hao! Put the gun away! Do you want to violate the rules?"

"He's about to kill someone!" Zhou Hao yelled, "As a police officer, am I going to watch him commit murder?"

"When did I say I was going to kill someone?" Chen Yifan picked up the talisman paper and suddenly turned his saber. The blade brushed Zhou Hao's cheek and stabbed into the tree trunk next to him. "I was just trying to scare you. What? Are you scared to death?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Yang suddenly pulled Zhou Hao back and said, "That's enough! Zhou Hao, come back with me! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

"I won't!" Zhou Hao struggled forward, "If I don't catch Chen Yifan today, I won't go back!"

Chen Yifan suddenly burst into laughter. "Alright! Little agent, you want a duel, right? I'm here to accompany you! But let me be frank with you. If you lose..."

"If I lose, I'll resign!" Zhou Hao gritted his teeth and said, "If you lose, follow me to the police station!"

"Chen Yifan!" Mu Yang was anxious, "Don't make trouble with me! This matter is not negotiable!"

"Why can't we discuss this?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows. "The young agent is so stubborn. If I don't accept the challenge, how can I survive if the news gets out?"

"You..." Mu Yang was so angry that he couldn't speak. He turned to look at Zhou Hao, "Do you know what you are talking about? This is not a joke!"

"I know!" Zhou Hao stiffened his neck, "I'm willing to gamble my career! I'm betting that Chen Yifan doesn't have the guts to fight me one-on-one!"

Chen Yifan suddenly raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Little agent, I admire your stupidity. Okay, tonight at 8 o'clock, in the abandoned warehouse in the west of the city, let's have a one-on-one fight. Whoever doesn't come is a grandson!"

"Chen Yifan!" Mu Yang wanted to stop him, but Chen Yifan raised his hand to interrupt him: "Captain Mu, this is a bet between me and the young agent. If you dare to interfere..."

He swung his saber, a dangerous smile on his face: "I'll chop you down too."

Zhou Hao took out his phone and turned on the recording function: "Chen Yifan, you have to say this! Don't regret it when the time comes!"

Chen Yifan sneered, "I've been in the underworld for so many years, when have I ever broken a promise? Little agent, just don't get scared to the point of peeing your pants tonight."

After saying that, he turned around, waved his hand, and walked away with his brothers. Mu Yang looked at his back, sighed heavily, and turned to look at Zhou Hao:

"Are you crazy? Betting against him? Do you know how ruthless he is?"

"I know." Zhou Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead, "But I am confident that I can beat him."

"Confidence?" Mu Yang sneered, "What do you have to win? Your gun or your talisman paper?"

"I..." Zhou Hao paused, "I will try my best."

"Try your best?" Mu Yang shook his head. "You have no idea how powerful Chen Yifan is. He dared to stab people when he was six years old. When he was eleven years old, he cut off three fingers of a gangster. When he was fourteen years old..."

"Alright, Captain," Zhou Hao interrupted him, "I don't want to hear about his glorious deeds! I only know that he is a criminal gang, and I am a people's policeman! Good will prevail over evil, and I will definitely win!"

At eight o'clock that evening, heavy rain was pouring outside an abandoned warehouse in the west of the city.

Zhou Hao stood in front of the rusty iron door, holding his baton, and kept encouraging himself. Inside the door, Chen Yifan sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, glancing at the figure at the door, "If you're scared, get out."

Zhou Hao kicked the door open fiercely. "Stop talking nonsense! Let's get started!"

The lights in the warehouse flickered.

Zhou Hao took the initiative and swung his baton towards his face with a whistling sound, but Chen Yifan easily dodged it by turning sideways and hit him on the back of the neck with the back of the knife.

"Too slow." Chen Yifan walked around behind him and put the blade against his waist, "Come again."

Zhou Hao gritted his teeth and turned around, pulling out a stun gun from his waist and shooting at Chen Yifan. The latter jumped aside nimbly, and the electric current from the stun gun brushed his shoulder and hit the wall, creating a string of sparks.

"Hey! Are you playing dirty?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows, and the saber suddenly flew out of his hand, brushing Zhou Hao's ear and nailing into the wall, "I'll teach you what the rules are!"

Zhou Hao looked at the blade so close to him, his throat tightened, but he still rushed forward and punched. Chen Yifan dodged sideways and kicked him in the knee. Zhou Hao fell to the ground and his baton flew far away.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Chen Yifan squatted down, pinched his chin with his fingers and forced him to look up, "Now kowtow and call me grandpa, and I'll let you go."

Zhou Hao stared at him, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boot and stabbed him in the abdomen. Chen Yifan quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard, causing the dagger to fall to the ground with a clang.

"Damn it!" Chen Yifan cursed angrily and punched Zhou Hao hard in the face. Blood gushed out of his nostrils, staining his clothes red.

Zhou Hao shook his head, spat out a bloody tooth, and suddenly hugged Chen Yifan's waist and threw him to the ground. The two wrestled on the ground full of rust and water. Chen Yifan pressed his knee against his chest, and the saber returned to his hand at some point, pressing against his throat.

"This is my last chance. Do you accept it?"

Zhou Hao stared at the fierceness in his eyes and suddenly smiled: "I don't accept it."

The heavy rain washed the iron roof of the warehouse, making dense drumbeats. Mu Yang ran in from outside, rushed into the middle of the two people fighting, and held Chen Yifan's wrist holding the knife with both hands:

"Chen Yifan, can we not argue with him? He is young and hot-headed, how can he understand the rules of the underworld? Just treat him as a puppy, there is no need to get serious with him!"

Zhou Hao was still shouting, "You beast! You grandson! You will go to hell sooner or later!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Yang rushed forward and hugged Chen Yifan's waist from behind, tightening his arms and dragging him to the iron gate: "Go, go, go! Go out and have a cigarette to calm down!"

"Hey, hey, hey... let me go! If I don't teach him a lesson today, the streets will be filled with such ignorant idiots in the future!"

"Yes, yes, yes! He is an idiot!" Mu Yang held on tightly, "But why do you bother with an idiot? We won't argue with him..."

Zhou Hao was left on the ground, watching the two people leaving. He suddenly stiffened his neck and shouted, "Chen Yifan! Kill me if you dare! Otherwise, I will bring a whole team to raid Niguangtang tomorrow!"

This guy was so frustrated. It hadn't been more than ten minutes since he entered the door, and he was beaten like this. This was too embarrassing. He wanted revenge! For Shen Ran, he would never admit defeat!