Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 26: Fight between Dragon and Tiger
This chapter's subtitle: The use of "Special Effects Makeup Artist Showdown"
"Take off your clothes!"
Miss Enuka Rochelle almost pulled out her revolver when she heard this. Although she did have the romantic blood of the Gallic rooster and was an anarchist female warrior, she hated the man who cruelly abandoned her and her mother too much, and because of her face, she was harassed by those weird uncles since she was a child. In addition, there was another special reason, so she had a natural aversion to men, and still...
When the young woman thought about this matter with the man, she felt so angry that she wanted to teach this slant pervert a lesson immediately.
Yuan Yanshu didn't notice her livid face. She lowered her head and took out the woman's clothes from her bag, while anxiously urging, "Miss Rochelle , change quickly."
"I don't know your exact size, I can only give a rough estimate. If it doesn't fit... why don't you take off your clothes?" Master Yuan finally took out all the clothes, holding a black wig in his hand, raised his head and asked curiously.
The anarchist female warrior blushed when she realized she had misunderstood. She took the clothes, looked down, and said angrily again with a red face: "This, is this for me to wear?"
"Of course it's for you, could it be for me? Oh..." Yuan Yan slapped her head and said, "It's my fault! It's my fault that I didn't explain it clearly. Miss Rochelle, my plan is this..."
On the street outside the alley, two NYPD officers in plain clothes and smoking stood under a street lamp on the corner, their eyes scanning the passers-by like hawks.
Although this place is not a slum, most of the residents are not rich or powerful, so when they saw these two people standing out, they quickened their pace intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, a young woman who was dressed very coquettishly and looked not to be from a good family suddenly jumped out from the alley. She shouted for help and crawled towards the two plainclothes officers.
"Help! Gentlemen, please save me!"
At this time, the two NYPD officers finally saw the woman's appearance clearly. She was not ugly, but her heavy makeup, greasy black hair, thick eyebrows, conspicuous black moles, dark skin, and the strange smell of medicinal herbs and the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from her body made it difficult for people to feel any sympathy for her.
Before they could open their mouths to ask questions, a Chinese man in a black silk gown ran out of the alley. He had a ferocious look on his face. He followed the woman and ran over, cursing, "You stinky bitch, you dare to run away without paying me back?! Stand still..."
The woman in the lead hid behind the two NYPD officers and said, "That's him! He wants to...rob. Oh, he wants to rob me! Call the police! Call the police!"
However, her clumsy performance could not fool the experienced plainclothes officers who had been dealing with low-level people for a long time. The two NYPD officers looked at each other and found that their colleagues all had sarcastic expressions on their faces.
However, the tall one still asked, "Hey, what's going on between you two?"
Seeing that someone seemed to be backing her up, the coquettish bitch confidently said, "Sir, he's trying to rob me!"
Instead, the Chinese man said in a rather timid tone, "Sir, this is none of your business."
The short plainclothes officer took out the police badge from his trouser pocket and waved it, then said lazily , "Is this my business now?"
The man and woman's faces changed when they saw the police badge. The flirtatious bitch immediately stepped forward and hugged the short man's arm, leaning against him and saying coquettishly, "Sir, arrest him quickly!"
The Chinese man calmed down, his fierce face was replaced with a flattering one, and he kept bowing while saying, "Sir, sir, we are one family. This bitch owed gambling debts and now has no money to pay and wants to run away. You can't wrongly accuse a good person."
The short man pushed the coquettish bitch away with disgust. Who knows what kind of dirty disease this woman has, and the strange smell on her body is really unpleasant. He said angrily: "Who is your family?"
The tall man threw the cigarette butt at his feet and said, "We are doing business here, you two, get out of here!"
When the woman heard this, she picked up her skirt and ran away; the Chinese man was stunned for a moment, then followed her, cursing.
They had not run far when a group of NYPD officers in police uniforms emerged from a nearby apartment building. The senior officer in the lead looked at their receding backs and asked, "What happened here?"
The short man said respectfully, "Sir, a gambling addict, a prostitute, and a Chinatown gangster just arrived."
"Anything suspicious?"
"The briefing said the male suspect was Japanese, and that chink is much taller than those short guys. And the woman doesn't have red hair either."
"Okay, then you guys continue to monitor, and we'll go to the next apartment building..."
Panting, Enuka Rochelle saw that there was no one around, so she stopped and asked, "Have we run far enough?"
Yuan Yan looked back and said, "It's almost done. Just pretend to be caught by me."
The anarchist female warrior nodded and continued, "Oh, what should we do next?"
Our Master Yuan took out a small mirror from his pocket, looked at his face, and found that he didn't need to "touch up his makeup", so he said confidently: "Come with me to Chinatown first. Don't worry, I have arranged everything."
"Boss, why do you look like this?"
The "Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute" was slurping soup in the kitchen of a Guangdong restaurant. When he saw Yuan Yanshu, who had a smoky face, a rat mustache, and was dressed as a disciple of the Hongmen, he was naturally stunned and almost dropped the bowl of soup in his hand.
The reason I look like this is because I watched those seasons of the reality show "Special Effects Makeup Artist Showdown" in vain.
But our Master Yuan was in no mood to answer this question. He had been running for a long time and was thirsty. He asked anxiously: "Don't ask first. Is there anything to drink? I'm so thirsty."
Lu Yan looked around the busy kitchen and pointed at the soup on the table. "The freshly made Dragon Tiger Fighting Soup is, how about a bowl?"
"Great, brother, I'm really hungry!" Even Yuan Hongjian in later generations was very alienated from the small animal protection stuff. When he heard about the famous dragon-tiger fight, he immediately showed his joy and immediately served himself a big bowl.
Yuan Yan didn't care about the heat and drank half a bowl in one breath. Then he remembered the female companion he brought with him. So he turned around and asked, "Miss Rochelle, do you want some?"
The young woman hadn't eaten anything for a long time either. She nodded and said, "Thank you very much."
The poor anarchist female warrior was so hungry that she forgot the saying that "Chinese people can even make fetuses into food" and drank a big bowl of dragon and tiger fight very sweetly.
