Chapter 83 Fang Che is being chased

Fang Che only realized his impulsiveness when the plane landed at Bangkok's Don Mueang Airport.

He stood in the terminal, surrounded by unfamiliar Thai signs and surging crowds, his ears filled with languages ​​he couldn't understand. For the first time, he experienced what it meant to be "completely in the dark."

"Young Master Che, over here."

A Chinese man in a floral shirt was holding up a sign that read "Fang Che".

Fang Che walked over, and the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth: "Mr. He asked me to pick you up. Just call me Atai. The car is outside."

Atai looked to be in his early thirties, with dark skin and a Buddhist amulet around his neck. His eyes kept glancing around as he spoke.

After getting into the car, Fang Che asked, "Where are the people Zhou Wenxuan arranged?"

“Officer Zhou’s men won’t arrive until tonight.” Atai started the car. “Let’s go to the hotel first. Oh, by the way, Mr. He asked me to pass on a message.”

"explain."

“Bangkok is not like Hong Kong; Jiang Kun is in charge here. Stay put and don’t wander off. Wait for Officer Zhou’s instructions.” Atai glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Especially at night, don’t go out.”

Fang Che nodded, but was thinking about something else: "Can we visit them in prison?"

Atai paused for a moment with a smile: "It's difficult. Bangkok's special prison holds serious offenders, and visits require approval, which takes at least a week."

"A week is too long."

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Atai sighed. “Young Master Che, I know you’re anxious, but this can’t be rushed. Jiang Kun has connections in prison. If you go there rashly, it’s like handing yourself over to his door.”

Fang Che didn't say anything more and looked out the window.

The streets of Bangkok are different from those of Hong Kong.

Motorcycles shuttle back and forth, roadside stalls emit steam, and there are tin-roofed houses next to the temple.

The air was humid and hot, mixed with spices, exhaust fumes, and a certain sweet smell.

The car stopped at a hotel at the entrance of an alley.

The hotel was small, with three floors, and more than half of the neon lights on the sign were broken.

Atai helped Fang Che with his luggage: "The conditions are so-so, but it's safe. The owner is my cousin."

The room was at the far end of the second floor, with the window facing the back alley.

Atai gave a few instructions and left a mobile phone: "Call this number if you need anything."

Fang Che closed the door and put his luggage on the bed.

The room was very basic, with just a bed, a cabinet, yellowed wallpaper, and a humming air conditioner.

He walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked down.

The back alley was deserted, with a few stray cats rummaging through the trash.

In the distance, the buildings in Bangkok lit up.

Brother Li is somewhere in this city.

Fang Che touched the photo in his pocket and began to inspect the room.

After checking under the bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, on the ceiling, and confirming that there was nothing unusual, he took the pistol out of his bag, checked the magazine, loaded it, and put it under his pillow.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and took out the photo that Li Ruoxue had given him.

Jiang Kun.

Fang Che stared at the face in the photo, his eyes growing cold.

A knock came at the door.

"who?"

"Water deliveryman."

Fang Che walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

It was a man in a hotel uniform pushing a cart with a water bottle and towels on it.

He unlocked the door chain and opened the door a crack.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and Fang Che took a few steps back!

Two burly men rushed out from behind the "waiter," wielding iron bars!

Fang Che reacted extremely quickly, grabbing a chair and smashing it over!

The chair smashed into the person at the front, and with a cracking sound, the person fell to the ground.

But the other two had already arrived!

As the iron rod came crashing down, Fang Che dodged to the side and delivered an elbow strike to the opponent's ribs!

The man groaned, the iron rod slipped from his hand, and Fang Che seized it, striking the man's shoulder with a backhand strike!

The sound of bones cracking.

A third person grabbed Fang Che from behind, pressing an iron rod against his neck: "Don't move!"

"Mr. Jiang sends his greetings," the man said in broken Cantonese.

Fang Che reached for his waist—

There was a folding knife given to him by Li Hanzhou clipped to his side.

He pulled out his knife and stabbed it into the thigh of the person behind him!

"Ah!" The man let go.

Fang Che broke free, grabbed the kettle, and smashed it!

Hot water was splashed all over the man's face, and Fang Che rushed towards the door!

But the door was locked.

He turned around, and the person he had initially knocked down had already gotten up. The three of them surrounded him.

window!

Fang Che rushed to the window, pushed it open, and looked down—

The second floor has a concrete floor below.

He climbed onto the windowsill and jumped!

The moment he landed, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, but he endured the pain, got up, and ran!

The back alley was dark and gloomy, and the garbage heaps emitted a foul odor.

Fang Che limped toward the alley entrance, footsteps and curses echoing behind him.

A motorcycle was parked at the alley entrance, with the key in the ignition!

Fang Che rushed over, got into the car, and started the engine—

The engine roared, and the motorcycle shot off!

Gunshots rang out behind me!

Bang! Bang!

The bullet hit the wall.

Fang Che lowered his body, twisted the accelerator to the floor, and the motorcycle sped through the alley!

The wind whistled in my ears, and my heart pounded like a drum.

This was the first time he had been chased at gunpoint.

The motorcycle sped out of the alley and merged into the traffic.

Fang Che looked back and saw two black sedans driving out of the alley and giving chase!

"Hold!"

Fang Che sped up and weaved through the traffic.

Bangkok's traffic is chaotic, with motorcycles and tuk-tuks crammed together.

Fang Che, taking advantage of the car's small size and agility, weaved through the gaps, nearly getting hit several times.

But the cars behind them kept up, even overtaking on the wrong side of the road.

If this continues, they'll be caught up sooner or later.

Fang Che's gaze swept across the street—

night market!

Ahead was a large night market, brightly lit and bustling with people.

He gritted his teeth and turned into the night market entrance!

The motorcycle sped into the crowd, and screams erupted!

Fang Che shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The crowd hurriedly made way for him, and he knocked over several stalls, scattering goods all over the ground.

Behind them, the car was blocked by crowds and stalls.

Fang Che rushed out of the other end of the night market and turned into a side street.

We're safe for now.

He pulled over, turned off the engine, and began breathing heavily.

Sweat mixed with dust got into my eyes.

My ankle is swollen, and my wrist is scraped and bleeding.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

How did Jiang Kun's men find him?

Is there something wrong with Artest?

Or was it a trap from the very beginning?

Fang Che took out his old mobile phone, intending to call Zhou Wenxuan, but found it was broken.

He looked around; it was a quiet alley with residential buildings on both sides.

I need to find a place to hide.

Fang Che pushed his motorcycle, limping forward.

He stopped after walking a few steps.

There was a person standing at the alley entrance ahead.

He was dressed in black, had a buzz cut, was tall, and was holding a gun.

It wasn't those same people from before.

This person exuded an even colder aura, with empty eyes.

Fang Che turned to run, but two people appeared behind him, blocking his way out.

Surrounded on three sides.

He released the motorcycle and reached for his waist.

Only the scabbard remained there.

The gun was under the pillow; I didn't bring it out.

Bare-handed, against three guns.

"Fang Che?" the man in black asked, his voice icy.

Fang Che didn't answer, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

Trash cans, clotheslines, bricks in the corner...

"Mr. Jiang wants to see you." The man in black raised his gun. "Living is best, but dead is also acceptable."

Fang Che laughed: "Jiang Kun made such a big fuss just to see me?"

"You touched someone you shouldn't have." The man in black pulled the trigger. "Goodbye."

In that instant, Fang Che moved!

He grabbed a trash can and smashed it at the man in black, while simultaneously lunging to his left!

Gunshots rang out!

The bullet grazed Fang Che's shoulder!

He rolled twice on the ground, then grabbed a brick and smashed it at the nearest person!

The man was hit in the face and fell to the ground.

But the other two men had already pointed their guns at him.

Fang Che's heart pounded wildly.

Am I going to die?

Died in this alley in a foreign land?

Brother Li...

Li Hanzhou's face flashed through his mind.

no.

I can't die here.

He promised to bring Brother Li back.

A fierce energy surged forth.

Fang Che's gaze locked onto the gun in the man in black's hand.

Let's give it our all!

He charged forward, heading straight for the man in black!

The man in black was taken aback.

In that moment of distraction, Fang Che had already grabbed his wrist holding the gun and twisted it hard!

Crack!

The sound of bones dislocating!

The man in black screamed, and the gun slipped from his hand!

Fang Che caught the gun and turned around—

Another person has pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Fang Che turned to the side, the bullet grazed his waist, his clothes tore, and blood gushed out.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black.

But he didn't stop.

He raised his gun and aimed it at the man—

Fingers were on the trigger.

This was the first time he had ever used a real gun against someone.

My hands are shaking.

The words of my instructor from my past life in the army flashed through my mind: "A gun is a tool, but what kills is your own heart."

Heart……

Fang Che looked at the man raising his gun again.

Brother Li is waiting for him to rescue him in prison.

The children on Portland Street are waiting for him to come home.

He can't die here.

Bang!

A shot rang out.