We drive all the way to the crowd entertainment area in the city.
There are many restaurants, pubs and a famous karaoke store here. But the most famous place here was a roller-skating rink. Roller-skating was once a popular recreational activity among middle school students. At that time, this roller-skating rink was full every day.
Usually the boys and girls take advantage of skating to hand-in-hand in public. Of course, there are also many little messes here to pass the time. This place is a mixture of fishes and dragons, often with a gang of teenagers fighting in the back lane. It became the best place for group fighting.
In one word: shambles.
Now the tide of roller-skating has long passed, and young people are gradually no longer popular with this entertainment. But this roller-skating rink as a gathering place for young people in the city is still retained. The business is still good.
When we arrive the karaoke store, the door is crowded and the parking space is full. Several fancy motorcycles are arrogantly placed across the parking space, with a lot of colorful lights on the body. Several young messes are smoking nearby in a domineering manner. Their mouths are full of arrogant dirty words, whistling to the beautiful girl passing by from time to time.
I notice that one of Dorra’s classmates is standing beside these little hooligans, flattering and holding a box of cigarettes. This is a boy who looks at most seventeen years old, wearing a school uniform and his hair is in a mess like a bird’s nest. I motion Jojo to stop the car and tell her: “You find a place to park. I’ll be waiting for you in the karaoke store.”
Then I open the car door and get off. Passing through these little hooligans, I glance at the Dorra’s classmate and hear him saying in a pleasant tone: “Big Brothers, it took me a lot of efforts to bring them here today…”
I frown slightly and walk quickly into the lobby. Here is full of young people wandering. From one box to another, various songs come out. I go to the counter and ask a waitress in a cheap cheongsam: “There are some students in school uniforms have entered. Which compartment are they in?”
The waitress is stunned and says with professional smile: “Sorry, sir! I don’t know!”
I say: “Just now, there should be four or five boys and girls all wearing school uniforms, dress as middle school students, including an explosive head. They should be very easy to be recognized.”
The waitress frowns: “If they are your friends, you’d better call them yourself to ask.”
With some impatience, I take out a big amount banknote from my pocket and push it over the counter.
“Which room are they in?”
“Room 319, the second room on the left of the third floor.” The waitress quickly hands out and sweeps the counter. Then she takes the money back quickly and quietly.
“OK, open the room next it for us, thank you!”
The waitress gives me a strange look, probably feeling strange. But sees me with a cold face, she says nothing, just quickly open the room for me on the computer. I pay the bill and back to the lobby to wait for Jojo and Azle.
As soon as I reach the door, I hear a whistle coming from outside. Jojo and Azle walk up the steps and push the door in. Jojo turns her head back and puts a middle finger to the outside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Jojo looks scornful: “A few little messes whistle to me.”
I smile and say nothing.
This kind of thing is quite normal. For other ordinary people, I’m afraid these little messes will stick up. Probably just because of Jojo and Azle do not dress like ordinary people and all drive the luxurious cars, so they dare not act rashly.
We go up to the third floor. Before I enter the KTV box, I quietly look outside at the interior of the compartment next door. The door of the room is made of colored glass and can not see very clear. There seems to be around four or five people in it. Looking from the dress, they must be Dorra and her classmates. I can hear the loud music coming from the room. The light in the box is dimmed, as if they are dancing.
“Little 5, are we going to sing karaoke here?” Jojo frowns and asks, “We haven’t sung KTV together for quite some time, but why here?”
Azle doesn’t care so much. He just chooses a song, holds the microphone and starts howling.
I pull Jojo and sit together to the seat near the door. From where we sit, we can see the door of Dorra’s compartment. Anyone in and out, we can see it all.
I light a cigarette and whisper to her: “Sit down first. Anyway, Let’s have fun ourselves.”
Jojo rolls her eyes heavenward: “Cut! If I knew, I wouldn’t come out with you today. I’ve been busy doing with you for a whole morning. There isn’t any appointment with a pretty, just to be your driver.”
I laugh at her and say: “Sorry! You just take it as help me. To be honest, I just look for you to accompany me. I never dealt with such a little girl. You’re a woman, maybe there are something need your help. Later, when the little girl goes out to the bathroom, you just help me to follow her. I just heard one of her classmates talking with some little messes outside. There might be something.”
Jojo’s eyes are lighting up: “What’s wrong? That’s pretty good! What’s up? Are we going to fight today?” I take a look at her. This is also this mad woman’s personality. When she hears there will be something exciting happen, her eyes will be shining. She seems to hope there will be something happen directly and unexpectedly.
After sitting for a while, I see several people coming into the room next door. They are those little messes and Dorra’s that classmate I just saw outside. Then the music next door sounds a little louder, and from time to time there are several whistles.
I sit there, open a bottle of Coka Cola and drink slowly. Suddenly I see the door of the next room opens, Dorra and two female classmates come out. I immediately say to Jojo: “You follow them and make something to delay them in the bathroom. Don’t let them come back too soon. I have something to do.”
“Make what things?” Jojo stares at me with her big eyes.
“That would be too easy to you. You just try to contact and chat with them.” I say, “Just like your always way to hunt the prey.”
“FXXX! They?” Jojo looks scornful, “I look down on them! Your Jojo mama does not want all types of girl! Cut! I don’t like these kinds of cracked jujubes!”
I sigh and say: “Damn! Anything for your best pal! Isn’t it just delay time? It’s not about you hooking up with the girls! Didn’t I scare of those two gays by pretending a gangster last time?”
Jojo says helplessly: “All right, you win! I just take it to return your favor!” After that, she gets up and follows the girls. Then I push Azle: “Don’t be stunned, you go too.”
“Me too?” Azle pales the face.
“They have three people, I’m afraid of Jojo can’t handle them all at the same time. You just go to help! I know you are the master of handle women!”
He wants to refuse again. I speak quickly: “I’ll help you too if you are arranged to be dating with any weirdo next time.” Then I push him out.
When he leaves, I turn the music off, walk to the door, head on the wall to listen to the sound of the next room.
This low-grade KTV interior room decoration is inexpensive partition, sound insulation effect is very poor, the wall panels can be blurred to hear the sound of the room next door. Just at that time, their room’s music is also turned off, I can hear the voice of men talking inside.
“Brother, can this work? Will this cause trouble?” I hear the voice of that male classmate of Dorra.
“If you’re afraid, just fucking get away!” A nasty voice yells in low, “Damn it, it’s just a couple of little girls! Haven’t you been fucking done it before?”
“But, this Dorra seems to have some background!” The male classmate hesitates, “Someone set her up before too, but they were all beaten up afterwards. A guy is even broken a leg.”
“Nonsense!” Another loud voice shouts, “Isn’t she a middle school student? I don’t believe what background she can have. Let’s take her down first!”
Suddenly this voice gives a trivial laugh, then lowers its voice and speaks: “I… take… acid… wait till they get high, take away…”
The more I listen, the more I’m getting angry. Although I don’t listen it very clearly, but I probably understand what it means.
These guys are probably going to take her away after drugging her. As for the name Acid, of course, many of the gangsters use it to drug girls down. These girls drink too much in Disco at night, they quietly put a pill into their glasses, and when the girls pass out, take them wherever they want and do whatever they want. Don’t mention to be raped, to be gang raped is also the probable case.
I pinch out my cigarette, then pick up a beer bottle on the table and push the door out.
Pushing open the door of their box, I see a few men sitting on the sofa one by one, with their legs aside, smoking in a dandy way. The room is filled with smokes and mists. I see a translucent plastic bag on the table at a glance. I see such stuff before. At that time, my heart is bursting into a rage!
These little messes see me, a stranger, push the door in suddenly. They are all stunned. But immediately, one of them has quickly put away the plastic bag on the table. One who sit the nearest to the door is standing up and shouting viciously: “What are you doing? Here’s not your room! Go out!” As soon as shouting, he is coming up and trying to push me out.
I hide one hand behind with a beer bottle, and perfunctorily say: “Oh, I enter the wrong door.” Seeing that guy’s hand has stretched out in front of me, I’m suddenly reaching out and pressing his shoulder. The beer bottle in the other hand is smashing down.
Bang!
The fellow softens on the spot without a hum. The other messes are jumping up.
I am full of the fierce, grab a guy’s hair who’s rushing to me first and pushing him down, raising my knee with a knee bump. This fellow is screaming, hands are covering his face and falling down. The runny nose, blood and tears on his face mingled. When the other two messes see such a scene, they pull out the knives from their waists.
Damn, the little bastards now really terrible, they even go out with the knives! I just overcome with emotion in my heart, the thinnest looking guy is stabbing to me.
I sidestep, then grab his arm. With a little effort, I have removed his joint. Then I hit him on the chin with a punch. This man gives a scream of pain on the spot, one hand is hanging softly. The other hand doesn’t know whether to cover his face or the arm. I take his knife and point to the two remaining messes, shouting: “Come up!”
The last two little messes are a little timid. They have been seeing me clean up the other three guys at once. They all looking panicky, holding knives in their hands, but hesitanting to come up. That Dorra’s classmate is hiding in the corner, trembling with fear.
This kind of little messes, I have seen too many in my early years. They are all bully the weak and fear the strong. You are tougher than them, they are soft. If they are fierce, you must fiercer than them! Then you can pinch them as your will!
I casually drop the broken beer bottle and ignore the two guys with knives in front of me. Then I go to the corner and pick that Dorra’s classmate up. I grab him directly from the corner and look at him. His nose and eyes have huddled together due to the fear. I feel sick and slap him on the face. His nose is spattering.
I’m not relieved yet, seven or eight further slaps on his face. He’s tending to raise his hand to protect the face. As a result, I stare at him and shout: “Don’t you dare to hide?!” He is so frightened that he dares not move anymore.
After I slapped, his face is bleeding and his cheeks are swollen. I leave him and watch two knife-wielding messes, who are still terrifying and dare not go forward. One of them begins to tremble with fear.
“Taking the knife?” I scornfully scold, “What about giving you a gun?” At that time, the guy on the ground who got a beer bottle hit from me moves a few times, seems to want to get up, I sneer and step on his back and kick him so hard that he keeps screaming and rolling on the ground. Then I spare him.
The two guys with knives do not dare to move, so they just watch me beat their companion. Until I stop, one of them is cowardly speaking: “Friend… You…”
I stare at him: “Who the fuck is your friend?” He is shutting his mouth up in fear and dares not speak anymore.
My eyes are gloomy, staring at them: “Who said just now to drag Dorra down and take away? Stand out yourself!”
Two little bastards with knives seem to have no idea whether to put it down or what to do else. After listening to my words, they are all shaking their heads and screaming: “Not me!”
I kick one of them down. The other one is stared at by me, the knife in his hand also falls to the ground. I point at him with the knife and say coldly: “Slap yourself!”
“What?”
“Slap!” I squint, “If you don’t do, I’ll do it for you!”
He is silent for a few seconds under my eyes staring, and finally raising his hand…
There are crackling sounds in the room, and I stare at another little mess who has just been kicked down on the sofa by me: “And you!”
This guy looks a little older, about twenty years old, with a gold chain around his neck, with earrings on his ears. He’s looking at me for a moment, and suddenly, in a panicky voice, tryng to say: “You… I know you… Are you Brother little 5?”
My eyebrows are erect, and there are fierce lights in my eyes: “How do you know me?”
The fellow is shrinking back in horror: “I… My cousin is a security of Golden Paradise. You’re the manager there, I have seen you before.”
“Damn it.” I go up and pick him up again, slap him on the face. He dares not keep talking anymore.
I sit on the table in the middle of the room, throw the knife away, take out a cigarette and light it. I look at the guy who is slapping himself. He stops to look at me. I immediately stare at him and say: “Do I tell you to stop?”
He is so frightened that he raises his hand quickly and continues to slap himself. His cheeks are red and swollen on both sides, but he dares not to stop.
I stare at the fellow who knows me and squint: “You know me… Well, are you going to set up Dorra Ni today?”
At this moment, even a fool knows that I am for that little girl. The guy is shrinking in horror and saying: “Dare not! I don’t know she’s your girlfriend. I’ll never dare again!”
“Who the fuck is my girlfriend?” I’m saying angrily, “Tell you! She is my little sister! If you dare to think any evil idea with her again, I’ll scrap you anytime. Do you believe it?”
Then I hand out and say: “Take that out!”
“Ah?” He is stunned. I stare at him and say nothing. He immediately realizes and takes out the drug pack from his arms. I throw it into the ashtray, then pick up the paper towel on the table, wipe the blood from my hands, throw them into the ashtray and light them with the lighter.
The fire is flying several times and the drug pack is burning with the paper towel. Looking at the fire, the man’s face is showing a little distressed expression. I know that this thing is not cheap. A small pack like this is worth hundreds of monies at least. But at the moment, of course, he dares not say anything.
I smoke for a while and then press the cigarette end on the face of a man at the ground. He is lying on the ground moaning, be burned by the cigarette butt, he’s immediately starting screaming.
I’ve stood up on my own, pat my cloth and look back at the fellow: “Don’t let me see you anymore.” He’s nodding at once.
I look at Dorra’s classmate again. He is sitting on the ground and crying with covering the face. I feel him so disgusting and I go up and kick him down again.
To be honest, I really want to chop this little bastard on the spot. He even brings outsiders to harm his classmates!
I turn around, push the door open and go out. As soon as I get out, Dorra is running down the corridor, angrily, with Jojo alone behind her.
We meet in the corridor. She is a little stunned. She raises her eyebrows and screaming: “How come you are here? What are you going to do with me? You sick!” After that, she’s walking quickly past me and entering her own box.
I look at Jojo first. She grins and makes a gesture, which means: “It’s not that I don’t work hard, just can’t handle this girl.”
I nod and ask: “Where’s Azle?”
She turns her eyelids: “In the back, the two Dorra’s classmates are fascinated by him. It seems like he’s going to 3P tonight.” Her voice is a little gloating.
I remember the girl with many rings on her ears, just cold sweating.
Dorra’s exclamation comes from the box behind me. I nod to Jojo, turn around and go back into the room. Dorra is rushing out angrily, sees me in front of her, and immediately shouting at me: “Did you do it?! Who the fuck asked you to hit my friend? Who the fuck is you? Why do you interfere my business?”
I look at her coldly, and when she has finished cursing and gasping, I say: “They are discussing to drug you in the room, do you know?”
“…” She is stunned for a while, her eyes are a little relax, but then she is still stubborn and scolding, “That’s my business too! I don’t know you! Leave me alone!”
I don’t quarrel with her at all, just bend down, pick her up and carry her on my shoulder. The girl is so frightened and immediately calling out loud and beating me on the back. But with her strength, even if how to struggle, how can she resist me?
I carry her into the box. Those guys see me come in; they are so frightened that their legs are soft. One of them is hurrying to say: “Brother little 5! I didn’t say anything just now! Really didn’t!”
I ignore him: “Where’s her backpack?”
They are stunned, I am a little impatient, and ask again. One of them with quick response picks up a backpack and hands it to me.
I take it on my hand, turn around to go out.
I greet to Jojo in the corridor: “I’m leaving first.”
Then I go to the other end of the corridor and see Azle is struggling with a bitter face, trying to deal with the two ghostly girls around him. He says sadly: “I still have something to do… I’ll go first… Don’t pull me. Don’t mess around…”
I walk over and push a girl away in front of me: “Azle, give me the car key.”
He stares at me and sees me carrying a girl. There are some unexpected expressions from his face. Dorra is still struggling, but I totally ignore her. The girl’s scratches and hits are hardly to hurt me. Anyway, it’s winter now. My clothes are thick and I’m not afraid of she bites me.
Having taken the car key, I leave Azle and walk out of the KTV all the way. People see me carrying a girl all the way. They all look at me as if they have seen a ghost. They see me with a fierce face and hide away from me. The waiter at the door looks at me walking around with some confuses. I look at him, smile and speak in a calm voice: “My little sister, a little child runs away from home, I take her home.”
“Oh!” His face shows a sudden enlightenment. He looks at me with an understanding look and opens the door for me in a friendly way.
I go to the parking lot and Dorra is struggling all the way. She has punched hundreds on my back. I just take it as scratch my itch. I open the electronic lock of the car with the car key from afar, throw her in, lock the door, then get into the driver’s seat, tie her with the safe belt, and see she wants to keep struggling. I speak coldly to her: “You sit honestly! I’ll not polite again! Don’t force me to tie you with rope!”
She becomes a little quiet, but her eyes are still unruly: “Who the fuck are you? Can you mind your own business?”
Ignore her provocation, I start the car and drive out.