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The Yellow Bird

Yang Chu remained calm as two of Black Pisha's henchmen approached him. He didn't resist when they each grabbed one of his arms.

"Hmm? Looks like you're smarter than I thought, kid," Black Pisha remarked, watching as his men easily restrained Yang Chu. He lazily pulled a pistol from his waistband and waved it in front of Yang Chu. "I thought you'd put up a fight."

That afternoon, Black Pisha had seen Yang Chu in action. He was prepared for trouble when his crew approached Yang Chu, expecting some resistance. But to his surprise, Yang Chu didn't make a move.

Even with the gun pointed directly at him, Yang Chu remained silent, his face calm. His eyes, however, were fixed not on Black Pisha, but on the ponytailed youth standing behind him.

It was clear to Yang Chu that Black Pisha didn't know him from before. They had crossed paths a few times on set, but there had been no direct interaction. It wasn't until this ponytailed youth showed up at the docks that Black Pisha began paying attention to him.

"So, this is the trouble I've been dragged into?" Yang Chu thought.

The ponytailed youth obviously knew "him," and from the bits of conversation between him and Black Pisha, Yang Chu had gathered some critical information.

Cheng was his former boss. After Cheng's death, Black Pisha's gang had taken over his territory. Apparently, Cheng owed Black Pisha's boss a hefty sum, millions of dollars. Though Cheng was dead, there was still a shipment of goods—goods that only Yang Chu knew the whereabouts of.

Putting together Black Pisha's frantic search for him and his own kidnapping when he regained consciousness, Yang Chu now had a pretty good picture of the situation.

"Relax, as long as we find the goods, you'll be fine," Black Pisha said, his head tilting habitually as he cracked his neck. He motioned to his men. "Get him in the car."

"Chu!" A voice called out.

Yang Chu turned to see Fish Head Xu rushing down as Black Pisha's men tried to shove him into another vehicle.

"Xu, don't worry, I'll handle this," Yang Chu flashed a bright smile. "Let me take care of this mess first, and then we'll get back to working as stuntmen."

"Get in!" one of Black Pisha's men grunted, giving Yang Chu a rough shove.

Yang Chu didn't resist. He ducked into the open car door, taking his seat in the middle while Black Pisha's men flanked him on both sides.

"Don't make trouble, cross-eyes," Black Pisha threatened Fish Head Xu with a wave of his gun, ensuring he stayed put. Once Xu was subdued, Black Pisha and another henchman climbed into the front seats.

"What about me?" the ponytailed youth asked, realizing there was no room left for him in the car.

"You've got legs, haven't you? Walk back, idiot!" Black Pisha sneered. Now that Yang Chu was in their hands, the ponytailed youth was no longer of any use to him.

With a mocking laugh, Black Pisha shoved his pistol back into his waistband and slammed the car door shut. The car engine roared back to life.

"Alright, squid, tell me—where did Cheng stash those goods?" Black Pisha asked after they had been driving for a while, lazily turning to face Yang Chu.

"And if I tell you, you'll let me go? After all, I did kill one of your men," Yang Chu replied, his tone even, his expression unchanging.

"Big Mouth Wei? He had it coming. No one to blame but himself," Black Pisha waved it off, unconcerned. "We just want the goods. You help us find them, and you can go back to being a stuntman. I hear Fatty Sam from the set thinks highly of you. Who knows, we might even invest in your career, make you the lead in a movie."

Yang Chu chuckled softly, clearly unimpressed by Black Pisha's promises. "I'll tell you where the goods are, but I'll only tell your boss. Take me to him."

Black Pisha's face twisted in anger. He leaned over from the front seat, nearly standing up in the cramped space, glaring at Yang Chu. "Listen, you little punk. I don't have the patience for games. If you know what's good for you, you'll take me to those goods right now!"

"So, you're not taking me to your boss then?" Yang Chu's face reddened slightly as he leaned forward, locking eyes with Black Pisha.

The truth was, Yang Chu had no idea where this mysterious shipment was. But he hadn't resisted earlier because Fish Head Xu was still nearby, and because he intended to settle all of his problems in one go.

From what Black Pisha had said, this "boss" was the one his former self owed millions to. If Yang Chu wanted to deal with this mess, he'd have to deal with the boss directly. But it was becoming clear that Black Pisha had no intention of taking him to the boss.

"Damn it! You're looking for trouble!" Black Pisha, enraged by Yang Chu's defiance, swung a fist toward his face.

Pinned between two of Black Pisha's men, with his arms held tightly, Yang Chu's upper body was almost immobile. But just as Black Pisha's fist was about to land, Yang Chu tilted his head at an odd angle, dodging the blow with ease.

In the same moment, his body jerked violently, his muscles bulging as he broke free from the men holding him. With a sharp elbow strike, he slammed into the chest of the henchman on his right, the force so strong that bones cracked audibly.

Using that momentum, Yang Chu pressed against the slumping man, then drove his left knee into the face of the other henchman who had been about to grab him. The sickening sound of bone shattering mixed with the spray of blood.

Black Pisha, shocked by the sudden attack, fumbled for his gun in a panic. He had anticipated some resistance earlier, but seeing how cooperative Yang Chu had been, he had let his guard down. He never imagined Yang Chu would fight back in such a confined space.

But before Black Pisha could pull the gun from his waistband, Yang Chu's left hand shot out, grabbing him by the hair. With a mighty tug, he yanked Black Pisha halfway into the backseat, his head slamming into the floor. The gun, still stuck in his waistband, was now out of reach.

"Boss!" The driver panicked as the chaos in the backseat unfolded. In his shock, he almost lost control of the steering wheel.

Just then, from a side street, the rumble of a heavy engine echoed through the night. Two glaring headlights flooded the windshield.

With a deafening crash, a large dump truck smashed into the car, sending it tumbling several times.

The truck came to a stop. Two figures jumped down from either side.

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