Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The hospital was on the way back to his home, so Li Kuiyong didn't think much of it and nodded.

"Okay, come up."

"Thank you, thank you, driver!" the man said repeatedly, opening the back door and getting in.

The car restarted and drove forward, but it hadn't gone far when the man in the back seat suddenly cried out, "Oh dear!" and frantically rummaged through his pockets, looking extremely annoyed.

"I...I'm such a blockhead! I think I left the money at home! What am I going to do?!" He slapped his head twice in regret, then leaned forward anxiously, saying:

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll have to trouble you to turn around and drive back again, stop downstairs at my house, I'll go upstairs to get the money, is that alright? It's not far, it's nearby."

Li Kuiyong frowned slightly and glanced at the man in the rearview mirror:

"Where is your home?"

"It's nearby, not far, really not far!" the man quickly pointed out the way. "Sir, don't worry, I'll give you extra money for the fare later, thank you, thank you..."

Li Kuiyong didn't say anything more, turned the steering wheel and drove around, following the man's directions. After a while, the car left the main road and turned into a side road.

There were no streetlights on the road, it was pitch black. On one side was a long wall of a factory, the exposed blue bricks over two meters high, the base of the wall covered with slippery moss, and faded slogans and messy patterns painted on the wall with lime or paint, exuding a sense of decay and the marks of time, looking quite old.

Every few meters along the wall stands an old locust tree, its branches and leaves so thick that even during the day, sunlight can hardly penetrate completely, let alone at night. The entire path appears gloomy, with only car headlights illuminating a small area ahead.

"Where exactly is your home? Do I need to drive further in?"

Li Kuiyong felt a vague unease. His professional instincts kicked in, and he slowed down. As a taxi driver, he had naturally heard from his colleagues about the recent unrest, including cases of robberies targeting taxi drivers, and the fact that the robbers hadn't been caught.

"It's just ahead, just ahead, not far away!"

As the man pointed out the way, his other hand silently reached for his waist, grasping a cold, sharp dagger. His eyes turned fierce, ready to strike at any moment.

Li Kuiyong, being cautious, didn't drive any further in but pulled over to the side of the road.

"The road inside is too narrow, it's hard to turn around. Why don't you get out of the car and walk a few steps back to get your money? I'll wait for you here."

"That's okay... too."

The man verbally agreed, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. The rear door had barely been pushed open a crack when he suddenly stabbed the driver in the front seat, striking his right ribs with the dagger.

Li Kuiyong was already on guard. He had been seriously training in wrestling with a sports school teacher since he was a child. He had quick reflexes and excellent physical fitness. When he heard the sound of wind behind him, he almost instinctively shrank to the side and forward!

"Sizzle...!"

The dagger missed its mark, but instead cut a gash on the outside of his left arm. In the sweltering summer heat, his thin undershirt caused blood to seep out instantly, stinging painfully.

The man was visibly startled, clearly not expecting the driver to react so quickly and dodge his attack. In his previous crimes, he had always succeeded on the first strike. Seeing his initial attack miss, the glint of malice in his eyes intensified, and he immediately prepared to deliver a finishing blow.

But Li Kuiyong had already reacted. He endured the pain, grabbed the other man's wrist holding the knife tightly, and twisted it downwards with force!

"Crack!"

With a soft, crisp sound, accompanied by the man's scream of "Ah!", the dagger clattered to the floor of the carriage.

"What a bastard!"

Li Kuiyong cursed angrily, then turned and glared at the robber whose face was contorted with pain from his wrist.

"You're that scum who robs taxi drivers, aren't you?! You dare to rob me? Don't you even know what I used to do? I'm going to send you to jail today. You better behave yourself and don't move, or I'll cripple your hands!"

The man knew he had committed a serious crime: robbing a taxi and assaulting someone with a knife. He had a criminal record and would face at least a decade in prison if caught. He might even face execution during a crackdown.

How could he possibly surrender so easily?

Enduring the excruciating pain, he slammed his body against the back of the front seat, using the force to break free from Li Kuiyong's grip. He staggered off the car and fled frantically into a darker, narrower alleyway without looking back!

"stop!"

Li Kuiyong, clutching his bleeding arm, immediately got out of the car and chased after him.

The two chased each other, traversing the complex terrain of the residential area and abandoned factory buildings.

Li Kuiyong was unfamiliar with this area. After many twists and turns, and with darkness falling, he rounded a bend, and the robber had vanished without a trace. He searched the area thoroughly but couldn't find a single ghost. That bastard must have scouted the place beforehand and planned his escape route in advance, choosing the fastest way out in case things went wrong.

Li Kuiyong spat in frustration, returned to his car, quickly bandaged his wound, and, enduring the pain, drove directly to the nearest police station to report the incident.

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Another three days passed.

In the office of the Criminal Investigation Team of Xicheng Branch, Zhang Haiyang was racking his brains over this series of taxi robberies. The clues from the investigation were either broken or didn't match up. Just then, an important intelligence report came back from Dongcheng District.

The Dongcheng District XX Subdistrict Office reported: In a large courtyard under its jurisdiction, there is a resident named Niu Tao whose situation is highly suspicious. This man is 36 years old, unmarried, orphaned, and lives alone. He returned to the city two years ago from a remote rural area under HN, where he had worked as a sent-down youth for over ten years.

The records show that he had a prior conviction for robbing fellow villagers during his time working in the countryside, and had been dealt with by the local public security authorities. After returning to the city, he had no proper job and was idle.

The two most suspicious points are: First, this man has suddenly become wealthy recently, buying a brand new motorcycle of a decent brand, worth more than five thousand yuan. Where did he, an unemployed vagrant, get so much money? Second, according to neighbors, Niu Tao's right hand seems to have been injured these past few days, wrapped in gauze, making it difficult for him to move around.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haiyang's spirits lifted!

Single, with a criminal record, and having been transferred to a lower-ranking position in HN for an extended period, most importantly, he has a wrist injury. This perfectly matches the details Li Kuiyong described earlier—that his wrist was twisted during a fight. Furthermore, Kuiyong immediately obtained a photo of Niu Tao for comparison, confirming the diagnosis.

"They all match up!"

Zhang Haiyang slammed his fist on the table, extremely excited.

"The suspect has finally slipped up; it's him, Niu Tao!"

He had barely slept a full night these past few days, his eyes were practically panda eyes from lack of sleep, all for this damn thing. He immediately made arrangements, assigned personnel, verified intelligence, and formulated an arrest plan.

This time, we absolutely cannot let him get away again!