Ruin Wielder-Chapter 2: The Menace. (/2)

"Sir, sorry for being late." The young officer who just came in has two chevrons on his shoulder, while Fatty has three.

Fatty was a noncommissioned officer. He was promoted this year because of his honesty and dedication.

"Xiao Yang, You’re perfectly on time. Don’t worry about it, but as an officer stationed here of all places, you should come as early as possible. When I was a senior constable like you, I was here before even the sunrise," Fatty said. As he was promoted, he now has to check up on lower-level officers from time to time.

As Fatty was calmly reprimanding Xiao Yang and teaching him ways, he saw a bike coming towards them.

"Look, stop that bike. It’s speeding." Fatty pointed at the bike and said to Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang, who was just twenty this year, leaped into action, as Fatty was a direct superior.

As Xiao Yang jumped on the street to catch that speeding bike, he almost crashed into a car.

Xiao Yang successfully stopped the culprit, who was speeding and was not wearing a helmet while driving a bike.

Fatty smiled and gestured for Xiao Yang to move the bike and biker to the side, and Xiao Yang nodded his head in response.

"Wow, you’re Black," Fatty, as soon as he saw the biker, said smilingly.

The biker was a Black person, he was wearing a Lakers jersey and looked quite smart.

"Well, you dumbass, I am a Black person," the biker almost spat at Fatty’s mouth.

"Alright, you don’t need to get angry. Look at me, I am Chinese." Fatty twisted his fat waist to the Black guy.

"Alright, "What’s your name?" Fatty asked as he was serious about his duties.

"Abraham," Abraham said, then sat casually on the bike like it was nothing.

"Alright, license, registration, and insurance papers, please," Fatty said with a smile as he glanced around for more speeding vehicles. Noticing his watchful gaze, drivers on the Bund began avoiding the lane nearest to him.

"I don’t have any of them with me," Abraham said casually.

"Tch," Fatty muttered, clearly annoyed by the driver’s tone.

"Alright, what about a helmet? Why aren’t you wearing one, sir? It’s a universal law, right?" Fatty asked kindly, his tone warm and caring, as if an older brother checking in on his younger sibling’s well-being.

"I am new here. I don’t know much about the rules around here," Abraham said, he was clearly lying.

Fatty’s smile broadened as he looked at the towering Black man.

The best kind of customer ever! Oh God, please send 4-5 of these every day my way.

"I went to the US once. You’re from the US, right?" Fatty asked as he got closer to Abraham.

"Yes, I am an African American," Abraham replied as he looked at the fat man coming towards him.

"I don’t know why, but I have some Black friends in the US who, whenever we go eat together, always say, ’Want some Dawg?’ ’ We bring Dawgs to the BBQ party, but guess what?" Fatty asked as he leaned on Abraham as close as he could.

"What?!!" Abraham asked, he was bewildered by the question. Hearing the question, even Xiao Yang was looking at Fatty for the answer.

"There was never a dog, never!! I tell you, no dog meat," Fatty said as he patted Abraham’s shoulder. Abraham was shocked to the point of speechlessness, Xiao Yang slapped his forehead because Fatty was so clueless and an honest man.

"Alright, Officer Yang, Search him, I suspect he’s hiding something."Fatty stepped back two steps to let Xiao Yang search the man with the bike.

"Alright, man, be cool about it," Abraham said while he stepped down.

Xiao Yang, as usual, performed a routine check and found nothing on the man and checked the bike, which had a small bag.

"It’s not my bag." Abraham looked at the bag. Weirdly, this was not his bag. What was it doing on the bike?

Xiao Yang didn’t hesitate to pull out that bag from the bike immediately, opening the bag, he saw many small plastic bags with zippers. The content in them was white powder-like.

"Alright, bring that to me," Fatty said as he smiled more and more.

"Yes, sir." Xiao Yang ran to Fatty, as he was accustomed to such routine, Fatty Zhang was a magician, he knows who hides what.

"It’s heroin," Fatty said while pinching his nose and pulling out a white glove from his pocket.

"It’s not mine," Abraham said, as he was clearly clueless about the item.

"Do you know the penalty for trafficking drugs in my country? It’s death," Fatty said as he pulled out his walkie-talkie from his waist to report such a finding.

"Sir, you’re amazing. Every time someone is missing the paperwork, you find the drug within them," Yang said excitedly, as he has much to learn from his fat big brother.

Abraham, hearing their conversation, was stumped. ’This racist fatty is trying to scam me, this motherfucker. Let’s see if it’s really a drug or salt’.

As the drug was found in his bike, he can’t deny the claim, even if he did, there’s no use because it was found by two officers, and there was no CCTV camera around here.

Abraham, as soon as he saw the bag on his bike, searched for a CCTV camera, but apparently there was none in this particular area.

"You want to touch the evidence?" Fatty asked, pulling the bag away from Abraham’s reach.

"I want to make sure these are drugs, as you claim, not salt or flour," Abraham said as he was sweating bullets, even though he knows he is innocent.

"No, criminals don’t get to touch the evidence. You’re riding a stolen bike without papers and trafficking drugs. Oh! You don’t wear a helmet as well. While denying universal law, you’re clearly drugged," Fatty said while taking a step back. His smile was as cold as it can be, and he was not using his walkie-talkie.

"Let me see the packet. If it’s really drugs, as you claim, then I’ll accept any punishment," Abraham said, as he was sure the white bag was nothing but salt or white flour.

"Is that so? Then if it’s a flower, you can legally own it, so claim it when you touch it." Fatty’s eyes gleamed with happiness as the prey was taking the bait.

"Yes, the bag is mine," Abraham said, as he was confident in his guess and took the bag in his hand.

"Sergeant Zhang, I’ve recorded it." Xiao Yang was recording video this time when Abraham confessed.

"Alright here," Fatty finally handed the bag to Abraham, who, after taking the bag, looked smug, as this much coke on the street was impossible to be, and took a big whiff.

As soon as he took the whiff, his eyes turned red, he even looked a little crazed.

"Motherfucker, it’s real," Abraham screamed at Fatty, who was gleefully smiling.

"Of course it’s real. You’re a drug dealer after all, and you even consumed in front of us," Fatty said. Xiao Yang nodded his head in agreement.

Abraham looked panicked, having already confessed to owning the bag. To make matters worse, the other officer had even recorded a video of his admission.

Fatty gestured for the panicking, sweat-soaked Abraham to come closer.

As Abraham got closer to the fatty, Fatty put his arms around the tall man’s neck, and Abraham was intentionally bending his knees to show he was cooperative. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Bro, look, you guys can yell ’Dawg’ at my face all you want and not feed me one. I don’t mind. But let me tell you, your crimes are punishable by death here in Shanghai. So, should we settle this now? Privately? I’ll take the drugs and hand them over to the police, claiming I found them on the road," Fatty said, while walking away from Xiao Yang slowly.

"H... How do we settle this? Should I go and catch a dog?" Abraham, who was clearly panicked, asked whatever came to his mind.

"What! N... No, I’ll find one for myself later. I was talking about money, dollars. How about 1 million dollars for saving your life?" Fatty said casually, as if doing Abraham a favor.

"1 million? Bro, I am broke," Abraham said as he wanted to cry hearing the amount.

"Look at your watch." Fatty pointed at the J&C Watch on Abraham’s wrist, which is clearly worth some hundred thousand.

"Look, buddy, I gave my best price to you to save your ass." Fatty saying this removed his hand from Abraham’s shoulder as if saying they were friends no more and clicked the walkie-talkie.

Abraham’s body shook, and he said, "Buddy, How about two hundred thousand?"

"Dollars?"

"Dollar’s" Abraham nodded his head.

"Make it three, and we have a deal," Fatty said, and both of them shook their hands like best friends.