City Fighter
1 The Evil Before the Storm I

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July 16th, 2018, Tianhai City Police Station.

It was July, and the evening heat hit the ground, mixing with the gloom under the dark clouds. It was not an exaggeration to say that the police station was a steamer.

The temperature was even more unbearable than outside. Most of the police officers were wearing short-sleeved shirts, and their foreheads were covered in sweat. They were fanning themselves with documents in their hands. Everyone was complaining about the terrible weather and the annoying and trivial cases. Especially in the past month, the number of missing people had been increasing, reaching eight people. There were no reported murders. It was really strange.

Xu Dong, who was sitting in the team leader's seat, looked at the dark clouds pressing down on the city with a sharp gaze. He felt that something was about to happen. This was the calm before the storm.

……

Just as Xu Dong was sighing in his heart, a man yawned and woke up in an ordinary household in an ordinary residential area a few kilometers away from the police station.

The sound of his son playing the piano came from outside the door. It was Saturday, so his son got up early to practice the piano. To be honest, he was not very good at playing. He could not even catch up with the broken iron plate that the old man who passed by downstairs knocked on.

They had no choice. If their child wanted to be a musician, their parents could only support him so that he wouldn't complain in the future. He couldn't fall asleep because of the piano. He reached into his pants to scratch it. As he scratched, it became hard. He turned his head and saw that his wife was still sleeping soundly. From time to time, she would make grinding sounds. The black mole at the corner of her mouth moved along with her, making him feel a little nauseous.

She was so much worse looking than Liu Yifei. They were both women, but one made people want to marry her, and the other made people not dare to think about it.

However, what could he do? Distant water could not quench his thirst, so he could only make do with it.

He placed his hand on his wife's belly, which was already as thick as a bucket. Seeing that she did not have any reaction, he pressed his hand on her chest and rubbed her already dried up boobs.

His wife woke up with a start and sat up in bed. She glared at him angrily." What are you doing?”

"I…"

"Are you crazy? You're already so old and you're still acting like a hooligan?”

" I... I just..." His face was red. Seeing his wife acting like a tigress, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"You what?" His wife rolled her eyes and pointed at his nose with her hands on her hips." Look at you. You're always idling around and not doing anything proper. You work one day and rest two days. Don't you think about how to earn money? You're just thinking about all kinds of dirty things?”

"Honey, don't be like this…We haven't done it for so long. It's okay to do it once in a while…"

"Go to the side. Do you know how much money we have left? Do you know how much tuition and piano lessons our son has to spend every month? Tell me, why did I marry such a useless thing like you? If you could earn more, would I have to be someone's nanny? If your butt hurts today, your head will hurt tomorrow. You might as well die! I'll be tired if I take care of the child alone!”

He was so angry that he got up from the bed. Looking at that fat and tanned face, he felt an indescribable disgust. He really wanted to see her mouth open to vent her anger. However, he did not dare to do so. His wife was famous for being a shrew. When she was angry, she even dared to scold his own father.

He got off the bed angrily, put on his clothes, and walked out.

His wife was still scolding him when she suddenly glared at him." What are you doing? I just scolded you a little and you're still throwing a tantrum at me. You're nothing. You have a bad temper. Stop right there. I haven't finished speaking!"!”

He stood down and suppressed his anger." I'll go earn money. That's fine, right?"”

"It's raining. What are you going to earn?"

He lied and left the room. He could still hear his unpleasant voice. He wanted to be alone for a while.

When she passed by her son's room, the piano was still playing.

He pushed open the door and saw his son in middle school playing the piano with full concentration.

He walked to his son's side, looked at him for a while, and asked in a flattering voice," Son, are you thirsty? Dad will go downstairs to buy you a drink. What do you want to drink?"”

His son's eyes were fixed on the staff, afraid that he would play the wrong key, so he had no time to pay attention to him.

The man shouted for the third time before his son said in annoyance," I don't want it. Hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my practice!"!”

He was rebuffed and walked out of the room in embarrassment.

He felt like a dog, a dog that lived under someone else's roof. No one liked him at work, and he couldn't stay at home.

He went downstairs gloomily. When he saw his silver-gray Xiali parked at the entrance of the building, his mood improved a little.

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