Legal Violation
Translator: She.Wee
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Chapter 2: Sparks and Lightning
The incident on New Year’s Eve when Feng Tang got a parking ticket was something he kept to himself, not daring to tell anyone. But he definitely had to tell He Qing.
He Qing was Feng Tang’s childhood friend; they’d been inseparable since they were kids.
From childhood through adolescence, they biked along the city moat road countless times. Later, when they grew older and learned to enjoy life, they often went to drink tea.
The aroma of the tea would waft through the air, and if they were in the mood, they might even detour to the downstairs theater to catch a performance of “Five Blessings Hall.”
Feng Tang’s father held a high-ranking official position but had passed away the year before last. His mother, Liu Lizhu, though her position wasn’t overt or administrative, still held deputy director-level authority.
Feng Tang’s home wasn’t far from He Qing’s; it took about ten minutes to get there.
In the city, whether in government or business circles, people were very inclusive, and most had passionate and fiery personalities.
Feng Tang and He Qing were part of this group, so they didn’t bother hiding their sexual orientation.
The two troublemakers had been playing together for years, and they often hung out with another boy named Lan Zhou, riding a bicycle that almost seemed like it had three wheels.
Lan Zhou, the straight one in their trio, appeared a bit delicate compared to the other two.
On the third day of the New Year, Lan Zhou had family matters to attend to, so Feng Tang invited He Qing to have afternoon tea in the city as usual.
Post-lunch, they had a pot of tea to aid digestion.
The young waiter at the tea table gracefully poured the tea with a long-spouted copper kettle, kneeling to fill the cups with steaming tea without spilling a drop.
Feng Tang applauded with a smile, while He Qing almost burned his mouth, coughing and reaching for a napkin.
From behind the screen near their table, the pleasant chirping of a red-and-white finch could be heard. The warm winter sun streaming through the window made Feng Tang hum contentedly.
“You deserve it for knowingly doing wrong,” He Qing scolded, taking a sip of tea. “Don’t tell me you were in a rush. With your family background, you’ve recited the Eight Honors and Eight Shames countless times, right? Your school and family rules are probably thicker than a dictionary, and you still haven’t learned self-discipline?”
Feng Tang covered his ears, listening to the scolding.
Right now, he didn’t want to say anything, only worrying about the last three points left on his driver’s license. If he lost those points, he’d have to go back to driving school.
“Got a ticket once, and do you remember not to park illegally?” He Qing teased. “I bet you only remember how good-looking that traffic cop was.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. I was just curious…” Feng Tang felt a bit embarrassed and secretly reflected on his strong curiosity.
He had already told He Qing about this matter in advance and had gone through connections to identify the traffic cop. He handed his phone to He Qing, saying, “It’s him!”
He Qing enlarged the photo, comparing it to the list, and smiled, “Wow, not bad-looking…”
“Yeah, he’s good-looking and quick on his feet,” Feng Tang said, annoyed. “If I scattered some grain on the street, chickens would peck it cleaner than him.”
He Qing glared at Feng Tang, “With your mouth, can you even compare?”
In recent years, He Qing had matured a bit but still retained his old temper.
Though he wasn’t as playful and mischievous as Feng Tang, they both had sharp tongues.
Together, they could talk a flower out of a desert.
However, He Qing was wrong this time. In terms of talking, Feng Tang couldn’t beat Feng Lulin.
He Qing, checking the list, lightly scraped the surface of the tea with the lid, saying, “The name sounds nice, Feng Lulin.”
“A traffic cop named Feng,” Feng Tang mused, touching his chin. “Is he one of my relatives?”
He Qing rolled his eyes, “Are you stupid? It’s Feng as in ‘seal,’ not ‘surname,’ and his background is clean. His parents are state enterprise workers, a middle-class family. What connection could he have with someone like you?”
Though the city’s circles were big, there were always connections. Feng Tang thought hard but couldn’t recall any acquaintances named Feng. He rubbed the edge of his tea cup until it warmed.
He remembered Feng Lulin’s sharp eyes, always looking like they were hunting prey, capturing everything in one swift motion.
Feng Tang steadied himself, smiling with dark eyes, “Why should I care what he looks like? I just think he’s too…”
He Qing grinned, “Too what? Too much for you to handle?”
“You actually know idioms…” Feng Tang dodged He Qing’s swipe, “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so proper with a bit of a bad streak, and damn, it works! It’s like… hiding a bed of roses in jade.”
He Qing corrected, “All show and no substance.”
“Right, I’m just curious, no intentions,” Feng Tang said.
Deep down, he felt conflicted.
Having been active in the city for a few years, he’d met many like him but none as challenging. Feng Tang had respect for this profession and truly had no ulterior motives.
He Qing just smiled, turning the tea lid in his palm before placing it on the wooden table.
“Feng Tang, if you’re capable, keep playing around. You don’t follow the rules and then get upset when punished!”
Staring at the dimming phone screen, He Qing looked at the faintly smiling ID photo on it, feeling something was about to happen.
So he concluded, “This is going to be interesting. I want to see if someone can finally manage you.”
Feng Tang laughed, waving his hand, making a bold declaration destined to fail:
“The one who can handle me hasn’t been born yet.”
After their secret meeting at the teahouse, Feng Tang continued helping at home, avoiding adding trouble for Liu Lizhu.
Apart from coming out to his family during high school, he generally followed their wishes. When guests visited, elders now referred to him as “Feng Tang” instead of “Liu’s son.”
His father’s unexpected death had added pressure on the family, and Feng Tang had grown more responsible, abandoning his carefree ways.
Though he had a history of wild behavior, he never crossed the line. Now focused on work, he found it easier.
In terms of romance, many pursued Feng Tang.
As someone in a higher position, he had many suitors…
But Feng Tang saw no love in their eyes. It was almost a legend: everyone wanted him, but no one loved him.
Thinking about these issues gave Feng Tang headaches, so he stopped. There’s no point dwelling on it; fate is unpredictable.
Recently, there was a big situation in the city, requiring extra attention at the company. He frequently ran to the Zhonghang Building, personally delivering documents for peace of mind.
The major issue was an overloaded truck violating regulations at the city entrance.
The overload caused an accident, resulting in fatalities.
The driver was caught, but the safety hazard was significant, leading to checkpoints and a ban on such vehicles during the day.
It was now 10:30 PM.
Feng Lulin’s district traffic patrol team had set up checkpoints in the suburbs.
Standing at his post, Feng Lulin occasionally heard the roaring engines from the distant mountain race track, frowning.
“Hey, Captain Lin, there’s no controlling this. It’s a legal race track in the suburbs,” a teammate said, fastening his belt and grinning at Feng Lulin, “You’re new here, but you’ll get it… Especially those rich kids named Feng and He, always racing here! Luckily, this isn’t a residential area, and the soundproofing is good. When we used to check for drunk driving near the track, the noise was deafening.”
“Named Feng?” Feng Lulin’s expression softened, recalling something, “I’ve seen his Audi, looks stable.”
Fastening his belt, the teammate patted Feng Lulin’s shoulder, “Don’t mention it. Sensitive topic. You’ll understand after a few more years here.”
Nodding, Feng Lulin checked his baton, falling silent.
Feng Lulin was the patrol captain for the fourth team in the district.
During the New Year, he’d been working overtime for three consecutive days.
Now, his fully armed colleagues stood in a line, wielding glowing batons, randomly checking passing vehicles. With the road slippery from last night’s rain, everyone was on high alert.
“Captain Lin, over here!” Bai Yangyue shouted, slamming on the brakes, “A truck’s coming from checkpoint one. I’ll go check!”
Bai Yangyue, a lively new recruit, was exhausted from the intense work.
Feng Lulin turned to see Bai Yangyue’s motorcycle speeding off, shouting, “Stop!”
He spoke into his radio, “Qiao Ce, pull the checkpoint one footage!”
There weren’t many vehicles at the suburban entrance at night, with cars and trucks squeezed onto the same lane. Small cars, unable to avoid the large truck, honked continuously.
The officers’ strong flashlights were almost useless against the overlapping headlights and streetlights.
Qiao Ce, monitoring from the roadside, confirmed the large truck on the screen, reporting, “Captain Lin, a 60-ton overloaded truck at checkpoint one.”
Hearing this, Feng Lulin didn’t hesitate, hopping on his motorcycle and directing the team to set up a distant cordon. His palms were sweaty with tension.
Human beings are made of flesh and blood, and in emergencies, their hearts can’t stay calm.
Dozens of eyes watched as the overloaded truck approached the checkpoint!
The truck driver clearly saw the police checkpoint but refused to stop, taking advantage of the dim streetlights and accelerating through the first checkpoint. With the truck carrying such a heavy load, if it entered the city, the consequences would be disastrous.
That night, Feng Lulin didn’t think twice. He grabbed his radio and shouted, “Intercept at checkpoint two!”
The experienced team members, recognizing Feng Lulin’s intention, were astonished by their new captain’s bravery. They couldn’t even bother using the radio, running to the roadside and shouting, “Sixty tons! Feng Lulin, are you crazy?”
Bai Yangyue and the others were momentarily stunned. There were only three motorcycles at the checkpoint. If the overloaded truck crashed into them, even a T-72 tank would be flipped. What could they use to stop it?
Feng Lulin, having grown up in a different environment with a wealth of experience from his youth, was not afraid of death. He adjusted his breathing, ignored the howling wind, and accelerated towards the truck.
The entire patrol team, standing by the roadside, watched in shock as Feng Lulin, in that split second, swerved his motorcycle and partially dismounted, pushing the heavy police bike under the truck’s front wheel…
A sharp braking sound filled the air, deafening. Nearby cars, frightened, pulled over. As the dust settled, everyone saw Feng Lulin rolling out from under the truck, clutching his arm.
“Are you insane, Captain Lin?” Bai Yangyue was the first to shout.
Feng Lulin lay on the ground, panting, his whole body weak. He rested for a few seconds before getting up and squatting by the curb.
His police cap had fallen off, revealing a head of short hair, sweat dripping from his temples. Cold sweat.
When he lowered his gaze, he could see a two-centimeter-long old scar on his left eyelid.
The truck’s load of sand was teetering dangerously. Bai Yangyue and the others couldn’t worry about anything else, diverting traffic and calling the truck driver to step out. Qiao Ce and a few team members rushed to drag Feng Lulin to safety.
“Don’t move me,” Feng Lulin panted. “Is the driver out?”
“Yes, he’s being registered,” Qiao Ce replied, his voice urgent, “Captain Lin, that was too dangerous…”
Feng Lulin, his ears still ringing, waved his hand, his throat sore from the dust. “It’s stopped. Enough talking.”
By 1 or 2 AM, they had escorted the offending driver to the station.
After summarizing the night’s events, saluting, and changing shifts, the patrol team finally ended their watch.
Exhaustion was palpable.
Feng Lulin parked his motorcycle at the station entrance around 2:30 AM, walked a block, and finally reached a secluded parking lot. He climbed into his SUV and sat back.
Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply, trying to steady his trembling. His brow still stung from a scrape.
Such incidents would continue to happen. If he hadn’t risked his life tonight, someone else in the city would be in danger tomorrow.
Feng Lulin’s home was far from his workplace, a half-hour drive. By the time he arrived, it was nearly 3 AM.
Barely managing to kick off his shoes, he hadn’t even turned on the lights when he noticed Feng Wangang, imposing as ever, sitting on the couch smoking. The room reeked of tobacco.
Father and son, silent.
Feng Lulin wiped his forehead, relieved there was no blood, breaking the silence first. “Dad, you’re still up.”
“Feng Lulin, you’re my only son,” Feng Wangang’s voice was tired. “I transferred you to this new environment to train and assist me, not to send you to your death.”
Predictably, it was about that.
Feng Lulin’s heart tightened. Every time something happened at the station, someone reported it to his father.
“Understood.” Feng Lulin nodded, standing straight by the couch.
“Get a check-up tomorrow,” Feng Wangang looked at his son, his voice heavy. “I’ve told you many times: doing this job means being ready to sacrifice, but not recklessly.”
Feng Lulin nodded again, his voice firm. “Alright.”
Feng Wangang hesitated, extinguishing his cigarette.
He had been sitting here smoking since midnight.
On his way home, his secretary had called to inform him of his son’s actions tonight, leaving him anxious ever since…
This only son had never given him much peace of mind. Feng Lulin had always been headstrong, decisive, a tough nut to crack.
Feng Wangang, after years as a bureau chief, had always been strict on public safety. Yet, he felt unable to protect his own son.
Sending Feng Lulin to military school seemed like planting an early seed of trouble.
But it was too late for regrets.
Seeing Feng Lulin in his usual single-player mode, listening but not arguing much, Feng Wangang sighed. “It’s the New Year, and the city is busy. A bunch of punks are stirring things up. Keep an eye out and stay safe. The bureau is always holding safety meetings. Join them when you can.”
Feng Lulin barely heard the second half, focusing on the first. “Dad, you mentioned someone named Feng?”
“Years ago. Not worth mentioning.” Feng Wangang’s expression changed, rubbing his temples. “But why are you asking?”
“I ran into his son. On New Year’s Eve, I ticketed him.”
Feng Wangang frowned. “He probably doesn’t know you…”
Hesitant, he took a sip of cold tea. “Avoid trouble. Stay away from them.”
“Let’s see.” Feng Lulin replied briskly.
Stubborn as ever, he wiped the sweat from his neck.
The cold winter wind blew through the house, making him shiver. Fortunately, the dark, rainy night hid their faces, avoiding the awkwardness of seeing each other’s expressions clearly.
Only in darkness could vulnerable people speak openly.
Feng Wangang stood, buttoning his coat, watching his son change the tea. His voice was stern. “Feng Lulin, know your limits. Follow the rules here. Don’t pull your military school tricks.”
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