Chapter 4

  The police and auxiliary police arrived soon. Zuo Xiaolong was sitting on the motorcycle, staring at the mud in a daze. The police came to Zuo Xiaolong and asked: "Was it you who robbed him of his CD player?"

  "Your ID? Let me take a look."

  Although Bruce Lee was certain that the person standing in front of him was a real policeman, he still felt very pleased to see the policeman take out his badge.

  "Alright, let's go to the station and take a look," said the police officer, pulling out handcuffs.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng pushed the police officer away and said: "Do you know what's going on? Listen to the content of this CD."

  The police were suddenly stunned, and their political nerves immediately tightened. They thought that if this was a reactionary slogan, they would have arrested the wrong person. The police immediately went to the store owner and said, "Let him go."

  The boss lazily pressed play, and disco and rap started again. The police patiently listened until "send to the police station", pondered for half a day, turned around and said to Xiao Long: "No problem, no anti-party."

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng raised his voice and said: "This is not right."

  The police only remembered one sentence, which was to send it to the police station. The police said: "What's wrong with sending it to the police station? Alright, this is a civil dispute, forget it, everyone mind their own business, and don't look at each other."

  Bruce Lee said stubbornly: "No way, this is harmful."

  "The police said: 'Whether there is harm or not, we have not received a notice from the superior propaganda department. He can put it here as long as the sound does not disturb the people, it is legal.'"

  "He's disturbing the people."

  The shop owner asked the onlookers around: "Is this music disturbing... or not? Does everyone think it's disturbing?"

  The people around him laughed and said, "Don't disturb."

  The police said: "You see, you are actually disturbing the people. If you don't want to listen, just put on something you like and cover his voice."

  After that, the police officer revved up the engine and drove away on his motorcycle. The auxiliary policeman, who was of a slightly lower rank, rode an electric bicycle, pedaling hard to follow behind, using both feet to push off as he started. The two figures disappeared into the fog.

  Mud pushed Little Dragon gently and said, "Let's go, don't mind them."

  "No way, I have to take care of it."

  The shop owner smiled and said: "What business is it of yours?"

  After he finished speaking, he pressed play again and the song "Fishing for a Girlfriend" filled the air once more. The onlookers burst out laughing, with someone advising, "Young man, give up."

  Zuo Xiaolong was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly started the motorcycle, shifted into neutral gear, and turned up the throttle. In an instant, the engine and exhaust pipe sounds drowned out the music. The store owner was taken aback, not expecting Zuo Xiaolong to have this trick up his sleeve, so he increased the volume even more. But the record player's volume still seemed insignificant compared to the roar of the motorcycle engine. The entire street only heard the high-pitched sound of Zuo Xiaolong's motorcycle engine, as if the fog had been blown away and the air had warmed up a bit.

  Zuo Xiaolong straddled the motorcycle, his eyes gazing far away, his expression firm. Everyone, including Muba, stared at Zuo Xiaolong in astonishment, as if he were a sculpture, and for a moment, no one spoke.

  He gazed in the direction of the record player, his right hand constantly urging on the accelerator, not wanting to relax for a moment. At this moment, his chest was puffed out even higher, and the corners of his mouth were also raised upwards.

  More than a minute had passed, and the people around still hadn't reacted. Bruce Lee revved up the engine again, and the throttle suddenly opened fully, the exhaust pipe roaring loudly, as if the crowd was split open by the sound wave. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by a rattling noise, then smoke rose from the engine of his West Wind motorcycle, the tachometer on the dashboard dropped to zero, the motorcycle shook a few times, and all around fell silent, with only the music player still playing the last sentence: "Send him to the police station, send him to the police station."

  A few seconds later, someone far away let out a cry of "aiyo" and fell to the ground. The crowd began to stir. Everyone started asking what was going on.

  Zuo Xiaolong crouched down, staring at the engine for a long time, unable to get up. The ground was already covered with engine oil.

  "What's wrong? What's wrong with our motorcycle?"

  "Something's gone wrong," Left Little Dragon said in a low voice.

  "Why did someone fall down then?"

  The little dragon on the left didn't even lift its head and said, "I don't know."

  The ambulance arrived soon, and the man was lifted into it with a cry of pain. The police car arrived again, and another batch of lights flashed on. Left Xiaolong felt like he had returned to the scene where he and Niuba were looking down from the second floor of the hotel. After investigating for half a day, the police couldn't figure out how the man's head was bleeding, and Left Xiaolong hadn't committed any crime, just bursting into public view, which belonged to product misuse. The police dispersed the crowd again, and people cheered as they went to sleep.

  Xiao Long crouched on the ground, relying on the faint light of the orange-yellow road that had been adjusted to its darkest setting. He felt around and picked up the scattered engine parts one by one, his hands covered in machine oil. Then he ran to a nearby store and asked for a plastic bag. He put the broken engine valves, pistons, crankshafts, connecting rods, and other things into the plastic bag. But because the metal parts had sharp edges, the plastic bag was immediately torn, and these things fell to the ground again. Niuba said, "Forget it."

  Zuo Xiaolong said in a low voice: "Maybe it can still be used after being put together, Niuba, help me find a more solid bag."

  Ní bā yòu fēi bēn qù le yuǎn fāng, mǎi huí yī gè shū bāo. Zuǒ xiǎo lóng bǎ líng jiàn men dōu fàng le dào shū bāo lǐ, lā shàng lā liàn, bǎ shǒu zài dì shàng cā le cā, tuī zhe mó tuō chē, ní bā yě zài páng biān gēn zhe fú zhe, liǎng rén jiān nán de huā le jǐ gè xiǎo shí mò tuō chē tuī dào xiū chē pù. Zài xiū chē pù de mén kǒu, zuǒ xiǎo lóng shuō: "wǒ zǒu bù dòng le, wǒmen jiù zài zhè lǐ kào yī kào."

  Ní bā shuō: "ēn, jiù kào zhè lǐ ba, yě tǐng hǎo de."

  English Translation:

  "Okay, I'll rely on this place then. It's pretty good too."

  "Let's take a little nap here," said Xiao Long, "and when we wake up, the store will be open."

  "Will our motorcycle be fixed tomorrow?"

  Bruce Lee said: "I don't know, I don't know."

  "Mud asked: 'What's wrong with your car?'"

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng raised this and seemed somewhat impatient, saying: "Engine."

  Ní bā shuō: "nà jiù nà jiù bǎ tā huàn gè xīn de ba. hěn guì me?"

  Translation:

  "Then let's change it to a new one. Is it expensive?"

  "I don't know."

  "Mud asked: "Aren't you very annoyed? Don't worry, I have money and can help our motorcycle change the engine.""

  Bruce Lee said: "Don't need."

  Ní bā shuō: "Bú yào jǐn de ma, nǐ de mó tuō chē de fā dòng jī shì wǒ gěi nǐ mǎi de, wǒ kàn jiàn le tā huì gèng jiā gāo xìng de."

  Bruce Lee said: "No need."

  Next to the highway, a truck happened to pass by, and the truck's lights swept across Lee Small Dragon's motorcycle, which was still dripping with engine oil. Lee Small Dragon couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, thinking that his best partner was about to die. Tears almost fell from his eyes, and he quickly put on his helmet, pulling down the visor. Mud asked: "What are you doing? Wearing a helmet in the middle of the night?"

  "I'm going out for a walk, I'm afraid of disturbing you, go to sleep quickly."

  Ni Ba got up and wanted to take off Xiao Long's helmet, saying: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm your woman, your hands are dirty like this and I still let you hold me, I'll help you take it off..."

  "Sleep," interrupted Xiao Long.