“Holy crap.”
Seeing his luggage bag snatched, Wan Yunting was stunned. This was like pulling the beard from a tiger’s face.
“Quick, chase them…”
Niu Qiuling, snapping out of her daze, shouted and immediately gave chase.
“I’ll chase. You wait for me over there.”
Wan Yunting glared, tossed a sentence to Niu Qiuling, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he went after the two local Vietnamese youths on the motorcycle that had snatched his luggage.
“Be careful…”
Niu Qiuling didn’t follow, thinking the man was enough on his own. She went to a shop by the airport to buy a bottle of water and waited…
Wan Yunting was incredibly fast, like a swift hunting leopard…
The two local youths on the motorcycle that snatched his bag, judging by their attire and arm tattoos, were clearly street thugs. The one in the back turned to see Wan Yunting relentlessly pursuing them and kept urging his companion to speed up…
However, because motorcycles are the primary mode of transportation on the streets of Vietnam, and the road in front of the airport is very crowded, it was extremely difficult for the motorcycle to accelerate.
Moreover, Wan Yunting was no ordinary person. Both in terms of speed and endurance, he was chasing the two youths on the motorcycle. Passersby couldn't help but stare, but soon they found it quite normal.
It was evident that incidents like this, where Chinese people were robbed, happened frequently at the airport…
“Fuck, he’s still chasing! Quick, quick, go inside…”
The youth in the back saw Wan Yunting still chasing and almost catching up, so he hurriedly told the rider to turn into a small alley. They immediately stopped the motorcycle. In the alley, five more youths were already waiting. They were all around twenty years old and were local street youths.
Wan Yunting chased into the alley and saw them all holding various clubs and sticks, grinning wickedly as they waited for him. He knew exactly what was happening.
Wan Yunting could tell they were local street youths and showed no fear. Instead, he tossed the cigarette butt he had finished smoking onto the ground and asked, “Do you speak English?”
The youth pulled out a switchblade and pointed it at Wan Yunting, saying in his broken English, “Hey, give us all your money, or you won’t leave.”
“Oh, it seems even thugs have some culture. Not bad.”
Wan Yunting smiled calmly, pointed at the youth holding his luggage bag, and said with a smile, “Return my bag to me, and I can forgive you. Otherwise, I’ll make you all lie down!”
“Dimeh, Wenhui, what did he say?”
The youth who snatched Wan Yunting’s luggage bag, although he couldn’t understand English well, was provoked by Wan Yunting’s challenging gaze, igniting the anger of these youths.
The youth named Li Wenhui spoke in their Vietnamese, and immediately these youths arrogantly pointed at Wan Yunting and cursed, “Dimeh…”
Which meant “fuck you.”
“Heh.”
Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled. It seemed he would have to beat them into submission before talking.
Bang, bang…
Puff, puff…
Ah, ah…
In less than a minute, these seven local thugs were all sprawled on the ground, moaning. Wan Yunting picked up his luggage bag from the ground and brushed off the dust…
This scene also attracted onlookers from outside the alley. Wan Yunting turned and grabbed the youth who understood English. He tried to resist, but Wan Yunting slapped him hard, making him spin twice. Wan Yunting grabbed him by the collar and shoved him hard against the wall. He looked at the youth, whose complexion was ashen and eyes unfocused, and knew he was a drug addict.
Wan Yunting reached into his pocket and sure enough, pulled out a small bag of something. The youth named Li Wenhui immediately shouted, “Dimeh, give it back…”
Slap!
“Speak properly.”
Knowing that “dimeh” meant an insult, Wan Yunting slapped him. A young man behind him got up and charged with a wooden stick. Without turning his head, Wan Yunting kicked him, sending him flying backward. He slammed into the wall with a bang, finally landing on his butt on the ground, his eyes rolling back as he fainted…
This scene stunned Li Wenhui, who realized they had encountered a truly formidable person!
“Where did you buy these drugs from?”
Wan Yunting held the small bag of drugs in his hand; it was heroin, only about the size of a fingernail, but to Li Wenhui, it was more important than his own life.
However, facing this fierce Chinese man, Li Wenhui showed fear in his eyes and said in English, “I, I can’t tell you. Give it back quickly…”
Seeing him reach out to grab it, Wan Yunting twisted his arm, dislocating his shoulder. Li Wenhui screamed in pain, while the other thugs looked at Wan Yunting in shock. They helped their knocked-out companion, not expecting to encounter such a tough Chinese person this time.
They were local thugs and gang members. Their business was to rob Chinese and foreign people of their money.
Ah…
Another scream. Wan Yunting directly bent Li Wenhui’s index finger. “Will you talk or not?”
“Ah, I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”
The pain made Li Wenhui lose all his backbone. He quickly said, “It’s our boss. He’s a drug trafficker.”
“Oh.”
Wan Yunting released him and smiled, “Where can I find your boss?”
Turning around, holding his dislocated and finger-bent right hand, Li Wenhui looked at Wan Yunting with eyes full of fear, trembling, “You, what do you want to do?”
Then, Wan Yunting picked up his luggage bag from the ground, opened it, and took out a stack of red banknotes. Li Wenhui and the youths behind him stared, not expecting this Chinese man to be so rich.
We know that ten thousand Chinese yuan is equivalent to over thirty-five million Vietnamese dong.
No wonder these local youths liked to rob Chinese people; they knew that Chinese tourists were generally wealthy.
“I want to do business with your boss!”
Wan Yunting, holding money in one hand and his bag of drugs in the other, smiled at Li Wenhui, “Drug business, understand?”
Li Wenhui’s eyes were blank, and the other youths looked at Wan Yunting with confusion, knowing what he meant.
“This is a deposit.”
Wan Yunting casually tossed ten thousand yuan and the drugs to Li Wenhui, smiling, “Can you tell me where I can find your boss?”
Then, seeing the red banknotes that landed on his chest, Ruan Wenxiong became excited and said to Li Wenhui, “At Starlight Bar on Pham Ngu Lao Street!”
After noting the address, Wan Yunting patted his shoulder and smiled, “Please tell your boss that I’ll come to talk business at eight o’clock tonight.”
Li Wenhui nodded blankly, watching Wan Yunting pick up his luggage bag, light a cigarette, and walk out of the alley. Immediately, a car pulled up and stopped. Niu Qiuling quickly got out, “Are you okay?”
“What could happen to me?”
Wan Yunting opened his eyes and smiled, “They’re the ones who should be worried.”
Niu Qiuling looked at the youths still in the alley and took out her phone, “I’m calling the police…”
“Don’t.”
Wan Yunting quickly stopped her, smiling, “I still have business to do with them tonight.”
“Business?” Niu Qiuling was stunned.
“Boss Wan…”
At this moment, a man of poor stature got out of the car. It was Hou Feipeng, the former “swift-footed.” Looking at the youths in the alley, he said, “These blind fools dared to try and rob Boss Wan.”
Looking at Hou Feipeng, Wan Yunting smiled, “Have you arranged things for us?”
“Yes, the accommodation has been arranged,” Hou Feipeng nodded. Wan Yunting waved, “Then take us there first.”
“Alright, Boss Wan, get in…”
Hou Feipeng opened the car door for him. Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling got in, and then Hou Feipeng drove away.
Li Wenhui and his group of youths were left looking at each other, wondering why Wan Yunting had given them money…