The Secrets of Harrison's Domain Chapter 6

Logan Xiang felt that he was going to have bad luck today.

The person behind had already caught up with him, and the half-broken stick in his hand could be clearly seen. Asher Cheng was still sitting in the driver's seat looking at him calmly.

"Can't you see anyone?" Logan Xiang was anxious. It seemed that Asher Cheng was not going to drive or help him. He had to find a way himself.

Asher Cheng’s attitude made him a little disappointed, but it didn’t hit him. This was a normal reaction and it was not surprising for anyone.

Logan Xiang decided to get out of the car. Since Asher Cheng was not going to help him, he had to get out of the car immediately, otherwise the man would catch up and damage the car again and he would not be able to pay the compensation.

Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the back seat. A few sticks on the back seat made his eyes light up, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart that at least he could find a weapon!

"Let me use this!" He leaned over the back of a chair and pulled out a stick. Before he could even see what it was, the stick broke in his hand due to inertia!

"Fcuk!" Logan Xiang yelled in despair, "What the hell is this!"

"Iron Stick Yam," Asher Cheng sat next to him, his hands firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror.

"What?" Logan Xiang heard his voice become disconnected.

"It is mainly used to strengthen the middle and replenish deficiency, eliminate cold and heat evil spirits, replenish the middle and increase energy and strength..." Asher Cheng continued to answer calmly.

Logan Xiang gritted his teeth and reached out to scratch the car door: "I'll get out!"

The car door was locked. Logan Xiang tried to pry it open twice but failed. When he was about to turn around and ask Asher Cheng to unlock it and let him out, the man caught up to the car, holding a stick in one hand and the car door in the other and pulled it hard twice.

Logan Xiang felt terrified. He had gotten off the car unwillingly to get beaten, but when he saw the man's courageous attitude, he suddenly didn't want to get off the car anymore.

In the few seconds of hesitation, the man actually raised the stick in his hand and smashed it against the car window.

"Fcuk!" Logan Xiang shouted. The car window didn't break, but there was an obvious crack. What he was holding was half a steel pipe!

"Eight hundred." Asher Cheng said.

"What?" Logan Xiang was stunned.

Asher Cheng didn't answer, but unlocked the car. Before Logan Xiang could react, he had already gotten out of the car.

"Are you looking for death?" Logan Xiang was anxious. He didn't care that if he got out of the car, he would directly use his head to greet the steel pipe, so he pushed open the car door.

Asher Cheng was very fast. As soon as Logan Xiang leaned out half of his body with his arms protecting his head, he had already circled to the passenger side, took two steps forward and grabbed the man's hand that was holding the steel pipe and was about to smash it down.

Logan Xiang took the opportunity to jump out of the car and hit the man hard with the car door.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with this man, Logan Xiang heard him scream.

The scream startled Logan Xiang. He turned around and saw that the man's arms had been twisted behind his back by Cheng Bo. He was about to shout when he heard the sound of a steel pipe falling to the ground, so he rushed over and picked it up.

The man was struggling with a ferocious look on his face. Logan Xiang stared at his face. Apart from the police, Logan Xiang knew most of the people he should avoid when strolling on the street, but he had no impression of this man.

We can only judge that he might have a donkey face based on his slightly crooked mouth. There is such a person with a crooked mouth, but now we don’t know whether his mouth is crooked originally or just because of his twisted expression.

When Logan Xiang approached him, he smelled alcohol. Damn, is he drunk and acting crazy?

The crooked mouth was quite big, and he cursed dirty words and struggled fiercely. When Asher Cheng was about to push him away, he turned sideways and swung a punch back: "I will destroy you."

Asher Cheng was caught off guard and was hit in the corner of the eye by his punch, and he frowned.

"Who the hell are you trying to destroy!" Logan Xiang punched him in the face.

When he raised his leg to kick again, Waizui let out another scream, this one was much more miserable than the previous one, and Logan Xiang wanted to cry with him.

When Asher Cheng let go of Waizui, Logan Xiang found that Waizui could not lift his right arm. It was hanging down and he was leaning on the railing on the side of the road, shouting.

"You took off his arm?" Logan Xiang had seen people being beaten countless times since he was a child, but this was the first time he saw someone's arm being taken off so cleanly and quickly. He suddenly felt excited.

Asher Cheng ignored him, brushed off the dust on his pants, turned around and got into the car.

"Hey, brother!" Logan Xiang kicked the crooked mouth's B*tt0cks, opened the car door and got in, "You are awesome! Orthopedic surgeons are different, they are really professional..."

"Go down." Asher Cheng looked at him.

"Brother, Doctor Cheng," Logan Xiang smiled, "don't be angry, listen...your face is broken..."

"Get off," Asher Cheng honked the horn, "Why are you still waiting for me to take you back?"

"...Your car window is broken," Logan Xiang didn't care about his attitude and pointed at the car window, "You just said eight hundred, is that the price for replacing the glass?"

"No, I'm in a hurry," Asher Cheng checked the time on his phone, "You should do whatever you need to do, go and get your father treated."

Logan Xiang didn't say anything, and the smile on his face disappeared. After a moment of silence, he got out of the car, turned around and said to the car: "I will compensate you for the window."

Asher Cheng started the car and Logan Xiang slammed the car door with a bang.

Watching him disappear quickly around the corner in front, Asher Cheng frowned and sighed, then he took out a tissue and pressed it against the corner of his eye, leaving a small cut that bled a little.

He glanced at the man who was still sitting under the tree with his shoulders folded, reached back to grab the first aid medicine in the car, opened it, took out two bandages and got out of the car.

"Don't move," he squatted down beside the man and grabbed his wrist, "Relax, just bear with the pain."

The man stared at him motionlessly, as if he had not yet come to his senses.

Asher Cheng held his elbow with one hand, bent his arm, and slowly pulled it outward. He then turned his upper arm outward, pushed his elbow toward his chest, and finally rotated his upper arm inward. The man's shoulder made a sound.

"Okay." Asher Cheng took the triangular scarf, quickly fixed his elbows in front of his chest, then turned around and got into the car.

"Are you a Fcuking doctor?" The man finally recovered and stood up and shouted.

Asher Cheng ignored him and drove away.

He was on duty tonight and left home an hour earlier. He thought he could buy some vegetables on the way and have time to buy a mobile phone for his mother. He promised to give her a mobile phone, but it has been almost half a month since the beginning of the year and she still hasn't bought him one.

Now after all this trouble, I can’t buy it anymore.

He looked at his face in the rearview mirror. The wound was not big and could be treated with a Band-Aid.

Lucas Zhan's face with a Band-Aid under the eye passed by him, and he suddenly felt a little angry.

He actually believed what this kid said before!

What? My father has a tumor in his stomach! What? I have to work to pay for my father's medical treatment! What? I was chased and beaten by creditors! What? I broke my bone and couldn't stay in the hospital to take care of my father!

So sincere and pitiful! His acting skills are so perfect that he can make an elixir of immortality!

Asher Cheng wanted to tell him to find a job and save some money to enroll in an acting class so that he could definitely make a big splash in the entertainment industry in the future.

Asher Cheng's face didn't look good until he arrived at the hospital. When he met the nurse Xiao Jiang, the young girl stared at him for a long time before carefully asking: "Doctor Cheng, did you get hurt on your face... or did someone cause trouble?"

"I bumped into something," Asher Cheng took out a Band-Aid from his pocket and put it on, smiling, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Hey, you don't know," Xiao Jiang frowned, "just now a patient with gastric perforation came to the emergency room, and the family members were so anxious that they almost got into a fight."

"What about now?" Asher Cheng asked.

"It's okay. I've sent him to the ward," Xiao Jiang sighed. "Hey, it's Chinese New Year."

Asher Cheng smiled and said nothing more. Yes, it was Chinese New Year. Some people were reunited with their families at home, some were in the hospital, some were still running for their lives on the streets, and some had their car windows smashed...

In fact, Asher Cheng is quite afraid of being on duty during the holidays, especially during the Chinese New Year. There are many people who come here injured late at night, including those who fell after drinking and those who fought after drinking. There are more people than usual.

Before eleven o'clock that night, he had already treated three patients sent to the emergency room for bone injuries. The third one was a pretty girl in her twenties. She had actually fought with someone in a KTV with a bottle. When she was sent in, her body was covered in blood, and her metacarpal bones and forearms were fractured. But she tried to wave her arms after saying a few words as if she had no feeling.

"Don't move," Asher Cheng said speechlessly, "You don't want this hand anymore, right?"

"No, I'll give it to you if you like it! Look at my beautiful legs, I'll give them to you too!" The girl said loudly, and then moved closer to Asher Cheng and took a look, "Hey, you're a handsome guy, leave me your phone number, and let's go out for a drink some other day."

The two girls who sent her to the hospital hurried over to hug her and comfort her for a while, and she finally calmed down.

After Asher Cheng treated her, she grabbed the name tag on his white coat and looked at it: "Cheng Fuyan! What a good name!"

Then she turned around and asked her female companion: "Hey, did you leave his phone number?"

"It's OK," the other girl hurriedly helped her out and smiled at Asher Cheng, "I'm sorry, doctor."

"It's okay," Asher Cheng also smiled, "The precautions are written on the piece of paper I just gave you. Take a look and pay attention when you go back."

Listening to the girl's humming voice gradually faded away, Asher Cheng sat down on the chair, breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his neck back, and stretched his legs.

Logan Xiang went back to Zhaojiayao, but did not go to Uncle Harrison's place. Uncle Harrison's family members had not left yet. If he went there, Uncle Harrison would definitely be angry.

But he had no plans to go. He basically grew up in Zhaojiayao, and this place felt as familiar to him as his crotch. If Dajian's place was not the accommodation place designated by Uncle Harrison, he could have found at least ten places to stay in Zhaojiayao.

For example, Tongkui Hutong, which is three streets away from Dawali.

Although it is called an alley, it actually no longer looks like an alley. It is just like Dawali, with all kinds of old houses, even the illegal buildings are old, and some people have built chicken coops on the side of the road, making it almost impossible to find the road.

The back street of Tongkui Hutong is full of dilapidated buildings. No one lives there and they are used to store miscellaneous items.

Logan Xiang walked around and came to one of the doors. He reached out and pulled a thin rope clamped under the window. The window opened, and he reached in and unlocked the door.

He put the rope and tied a knot in the window. When opening the window, he just pulled the rope and the knot would open the window. It would not be visible when it was closed at other times.

This house belongs to an old man. When Logan Xiang was a child, he called him Grandpa Luo.

The first time he came here, it was Old Man Luo who brought him here. He pulled down Logan Xiang's pants and wanted to touch him, so Logan Xiang ran away. The second time, Logan Xiang called the old man here and filled his mouth with feces and urine.

After that, Old Man Luo never looked for him again. He would just walk around him when he saw him and never came into the house again.

Logan Xiang comes here often.

He has something hidden here.

They were all worthless stuff, movie ticket stubs, a found ring, a slingshot that he didn't remember who gave it to him, and a lot of books, but Logan Xiang had never read any of them.

Each of these things has a history, just like the Band-Aid on his face. Logan Xiang collects them stubbornly, as if without these things, he would forget a lot of things, or... he would forget who he is.

But he didn't know who he was.

Logan Xiang came here today not for nostalgia, but to get money, eight hundred.

The money Asher Cheng paid to replace the car window glass.

Logan Xiang rummaged around in a cabinet in the corner for a long time and took out a tin box.

There were several rolls of money inside, which he had saved secretly. He didn't have an ID card, so he couldn't apply for a card, and he didn't feel comfortable using other ID cards to apply for a card, so he used the most primitive way to hide the money.

After counting out eight, he rolled the money up again and stuffed it back.

Asher Cheng felt a little dizzy when he walked out of the hospital gate. He stood on the side of the road for a few seconds before he remembered that he should get the car first.

He lowered his head and walked forward two steps. A man walked up quickly from behind him and turned around to block him.

He almost ran into him headfirst, frowned, looked up, and saw clearly that it was Lucas Zhan who stopped him.

"Can you not be so jumpy every time?" Asher Cheng looked at him.

"I called you several times from behind but you didn't hear me. Look at your face," Lucas Zhan also frowned at him, "If someone didn't know, they would think you were drunk..."

"What's the matter?" Asher Cheng interrupted him.

"Well," Lucas Zhan unzipped his down jacket, took out an envelope from the inner pocket and handed it over, "I don't know if it's enough. If it's not enough, you can tell me."

Asher Cheng sighed: "No need to talk about it anymore? Just take it yourself."

"Don't worry, I earn more than you every month from scamming people," said Lucas Zhan.

Asher Cheng didn't say anything. Lucas Zhan's provocative and stubborn look looked quite interesting.

However, when he thought of the lies this kid had made up before, he immediately felt disgusted. It was a pity that he had sympathized with him for a long time because of the "brother" and these lies.

"Okay, big shot," Asher Cheng took the envelope from his hand, took out his cell phone and checked the time, "Come with me to get the car fixed, just in case it's not enough."

"Okay." Lucas Zhan answered straightforwardly.

Asher Cheng took Lucas Zhan to pick up the car. Originally, he wanted to go to a repair shop he was familiar with to replace the glass, which was cheaper, but with Lucas Zhan's character... he decided to go to a 4S shop and let them rip him off.

There was a box of milk in the car, and he took a box and drank it: "Drink it? Take it yourself."

"No," Lucas Zhan shook his head, "My stomach hurts."

"Do you have a tumor?" Asher Cheng glanced at him. "Is it a very nasty one?"

"Damn," Lucas Zhan laughed, "You hold a grudge like that."

"Given your lifestyle, it's a miracle that you don't have stomach problems," Asher Cheng pointed to the back seat, "There's a hand warmer there, plug it in and keep warm for a while."

"Where to plug it in?" Lucas Zhan took the hand warmer and said, "In the cigarette lighter?"

"Yeah." Asher Cheng responded.

"So advanced..." Lucas Zhan plugged in the hand warmer, was silent for a while and then said, "Doctor Cheng, you are a very good person."

"Really?" Asher Cheng smiled. "It depends on who you are talking to. It's just a misunderstanding to you."

Lucas Zhan was not angry, but just said: "Whatever, but since you are a good person in other people's eyes, I will tell you a secret."

Asher Cheng ignored him. He squeezed the hand warmer and turned to look at the cracked car window: "My name is not Lucas Zhan."

"Oh." Asher Cheng was quite calm. Now even if Lucas Zhan told him that he was actually a woman, he would not be surprised.

Lucas Zhan put down the hand warmer, rubbed his hands together, and stretched out his right hand in front of him: "Logan Xiang."

"You want to learn from the Buddha?" Asher Cheng glanced at him. "We are heading east now. Let's learn from the Buddha and wait until we have repaired the car."

"I mean my name is Logan Xiang," Lucas Zhan took back his hand, "My name is Logan Xiang."

Logan Xiang? This name sounds better than Lucas Zhan, and it fits the boy's quiet demeanor.

But he wasn't going to believe it.

When we got to the shop, the mechanic took a look at the window and said it could be replaced right away because there was glass.

"One thousand and one." The worker took the price list and said.

Asher Cheng smiled and leaned against the table without saying anything.

"Fcuk, it's so expensive. Did you guys cheat me because he looks rich?" Logan Xiang lowered his head and took out his wallet from his pocket. He opened it and pulled out three hundred-yuan bills. "Or do you think I look too easy to bully?"

Asher Cheng originally just wanted to put on an act. Not to mention the three hundred, he didn't even intend to take the eight hundred. He didn't want to have anything to do with this man anymore.

But when his eyes fell on Logan Xiang's wallet... and saw a ballpoint pen scratch on the back of the wallet... he immediately wanted to take out his cell phone and call 110.

Uncle police! We caught a thief here!

"Nice wallet," he said. "You've got a good business going. You do everything."