Chapter Nineteen: I Haven't Even Gotten On the Train Yet!

"Hahaha! This kung fu master sure is confident!"

The viewers in the livestream burst into laughter upon hearing the young man from Nanhe’s words.

"Speaking of Qiu Guan, his fight scenes are really spectacular!"

"I used to be completely captivated by his roles as Chu Liuxiang and Emperor Qianlong!"

Upon hearing this, Tan Ping couldn't help but smile. "So you call this real kung fu?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

The young man from Nanhe nodded with a smile.

"Brother, you’re genuinely cheerful!"

Comments flooded the livestream chat.

After a while, Tan Ping approached the young man riding the tricycle and said, "Young man, sitting on top like that today was extremely dangerous. If something had happened, you’d be held responsible. You mustn’t do that again."

"Yes! Yes!"

The tricycle driver was very humble, nodding repeatedly at Tan Ping’s words.

Curious, Tan Ping asked, "Can you tell me what your relationship is?"

The young man from Nanhe pointed at the tricycle driver across from him: "He’s the boss, and I’m the employee!"

"Huh? You’re the boss? That’s not obvious at all!"

Tan Ping looked the driver over again.

He had a close-cropped haircut, wore a black suit, and had his hands clasped behind his back.

"Come to think of it, he really does have that boss vibe!"

As the livestream camera zoomed in, the viewers sent messages commenting the same.

Tan Ping cupped his hands and said, "My apologies! My apologies!"

The tricycle driver smiled sheepishly at the compliment but also cupped his hands in return. "Honored to meet you! Honored to meet you!"

The viewers in the livestream found it amusing.

"Officer Tan is bonding through martial arts!"

"This is what you call getting acquainted through investigation!"

"The most harmonious traffic enforcement ever!"

Tan Ping pointed at the young man from Nanhe and asked the tricycle driver, "Boss, how would you evaluate your employee?"

"Very good!"

The driver nodded in satisfaction.

"What’s good about him? Be specific."

Tan Ping’s interest was piqued.

"He’s diligent, and he knows kung fu. If anything happens, he can protect me."

The driver smiled as he spoke.

"Oh! So this one employee is like two workers—he can work and act as a bodyguard... Wait a minute! Do you really need a bodyguard? Do you often get into trouble?"

Tan Ping stared into the driver’s eyes upon hearing this.

"No! No! This is a legitimate business!"

The tricycle driver said immediately.

"Let me see what you’re carrying on your cart."

Tan Ping approached the tricycle skeptically and began inspecting.

Both the driver and the young man from Nanhe came over.

The livestream camera focused on the tricycle.

Inside were plastic crates filled to the brim with beer bottles.

The young man habitually took out two beer bottles from one crate, one in each hand, moving with great familiarity.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Tan Ping looked at the young man warily.

"Nothing! I’m just demonstrating. If trouble really comes, I’ll grab two bottles, bang-bang, hit them on the head, and it’s done!"

The young man raised the bottles, mockingly aiming at Tan Ping’s head.

"Damn!"

The viewers in the livestream gasped.

"You say it’s a legitimate business? Now you’re threatening the police!"

"You’re truly reckless!"

Tan Ping immediately said, "Put those away! If you really smash one on my head, it’s serious—assaulting a police officer, you know?"

The young man grinned awkwardly. "How would I dare hit an officer? I meant hitting someone else!"

"Even hitting someone else is not acceptable! That idea is dangerous! We live in a society governed by law. Even if you’re skilled in kung fu, if you injure someone with beer bottles, it counts as fighting. No matter how justified you think you are, you lose your reason! That’s not okay. Harmony must be preserved!"

Tan Ping admonished earnestly.

"Originally, you two violated traffic laws today. If you hurt someone with bottles, that’s also a breach of public order laws, maybe even criminal law!"

"Yes! Yes! Officer, you’re right!"

The tricycle driver nodded repeatedly.

It was clear he was a man who listened well to advice.

Tan Ping nodded approvingly and turned to the young man from Nanhe.

"You think you have real kung fu and can knock someone down with two bottles. But have you developed iron head and steel arms? Can you survive a car accident? Sitting on top like that—if the driver brakes suddenly, can you still maintain balance and stability?"

"I haven’t tried that!"

The young man shook his head.

"…"

Tan Ping was speechless.

He couldn’t help but say, "You still want to try?"

"Trying means death!"

The viewers were stunned by the young man’s reply.

"That’s true stubbornness!"

"Hahaha! This guy is hilarious!"

"The key is, he speaks so seriously, you can tell he’s sincere!"

Tan Ping immediately cautioned, "Don’t try it again! Drive safely! Boss, only you should ride this tricycle."

The driver looked troubled and pointed at the young man. "What about him?"

"Hahaha! This boss has a conscience—he hasn’t forgotten his bodyguard and employee!"

The viewers laughed and sent messages.

"Yes! A boss who still cares about his employee at times like this is rare!"

"This is because you met Officer Tan. If it were any other traffic cop, those two would have been scared into begging for mercy!"

"That guy?"

Tan Ping glanced at the young man from Nanhe, also feeling a bit at a loss.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. "Young man, since you know kung fu, your boss rides the tricycle up front, and you use your lightness skills to follow behind, flipping and jumping to keep up!"

"That won’t work! My kung fu isn’t that advanced yet! For now, I can only ride an electric bike behind!"

The young man shook his head vigorously.

"Oh, so you’re trying to figure something out! By the way, do you have a license to ride your electric bike? No riding without a license!"

Tan Ping asked with concern.

"Yes! Yes! Getting a license is a piece of cake for me!"

The young man nodded immediately.

Then he pulled out a driver’s license from his pocket.

Tan Ping checked it carefully; the license was valid.

He nodded, "Both of you must pay attention to traffic safety."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

They nodded in agreement.

Tan Ping continued, "Seeing how sincerely you admit your mistakes and that no harm was caused, I won’t fine you today!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Officer, we’re really grateful!"

The tricycle driver stepped forward, shaking Tan Ping’s hand warmly.

"A fine isn’t the goal. The goal is to make you realize your traffic behavior was wrong so you can correct it in the future."

Tan Ping said.

"We will definitely correct it! Definitely!"

They spoke in unison.

Tan Ping nodded and told the tricycle driver to start driving away.

The driver got on and drove off immediately.

The young man from Nanhe chased after, shouting, "I haven’t gotten on yet! I haven’t gotten on yet!"