208: Encountering a motorcycle gang at night

Looking at the girls hugging the plush toys, unable to put them down, but each with two large dolls in their arms and several more placed beside them, it was clear they couldn't carry any more.

Li Qinghe went to a nearby boutique and bought several large bags, helping them stuff all the dolls inside.

Zhang Meiqi and the others dragged the large bags, looking like they had a fruitful haul.

In this Parkson shopping mall, Li Qinghe often heard conversations in Cantonese around him, occasionally making him feel as if he hadn't left the country.

Later, Li Qinghe saw that it was inconvenient for Zhang Meiqi and the others to drag large bags while shopping, so he took them to deposit the bags at the service desk.

"Brother Qinghe, do you usually sing? How about we go sing?"

Li Mingyue pointed to a KTV ahead and asked Li Qinghe.

"Do you sing and drink?"

Li Qinghe seemed to respond with a somewhat unrelated question.

"Sometimes we drink a little. Brother Qinghe, are you trying to get us drunk?" Li Mingxing chimed in with a giggle.

"Brother Qinghe, do you know, A-Yue and A Xing started secretly drinking their grandpa's rice wine when they were three? They both got a severe beating from their dad."

Zhang Meiqi also laughed as she revealed their embarrassing past.

"A-Qi, don't say it!" The two sisters pounced to cover Zhang Meiqi's mouth.

The few of them grew up together and knew each other's embarrassing past inside out. Li Mingyue and Li Mingxing quietly threatened Zhang Meiqi: "A-Qi, if you say another word, we'll tell Brother Qinghe about you wetting the bed in second grade."

"No, I won't say it anymore." Zhang Meiqi decisively surrendered.

"A-Yue, A Xing, I can't drink tonight. Tomorrow I have to work as an usher, and I can't smell of alcohol."

After surrendering, Zhang Meiqi seriously told Li Mingyue and Li Mingxing that she still had work tomorrow.

"Then why don't we ask Brother Qinghe to go singing tomorrow night instead? Anyway, A-Yue and I also have tutoring tomorrow morning, and we finish work at 5 PM."

Li Mingxing made a suggestion, which received unanimous agreement from Zhang Meiqi and Li Mingyue.

"Brother Qinghe, we won't sing tonight. I can't smell of alcohol for work tomorrow, so let's go tomorrow night. A-Yue and A Xing will also be free after their tutoring."

Zhang Meiqi represented the sisters in discussing the arrangements with Li Qinghe.

"I have no problem with that. How about we go for a coffee today and then I'll take you home?"

Li Qinghe's suggestion also received everyone's approval. So, the group, carrying several large bags of dolls from Parkson, went to the coconut coffee shop they had visited in the afternoon.

After each drinking a cup of coconut coffee, Li Qinghe rode his motorcycle to take them home.

Li Mingyue and Zhang Meiqi rode their motorcycles side-by-side in front, close to the roadside, with Li Qinghe following behind.

The three girls were laughing and chatting happily all the way.

Li Qinghe vaguely heard them discussing behind him whose legs their parents would break if they took Li Qinghe home in turns.

Hmm, that's quite an imagination. Li Qinghe was also looking forward to seeing what the outcome would be.

Originally, this should have been an ordinary night: streetlights, a slightly cool evening breeze in the heat, and pretty girls riding motorcycles.

Li Mingyue rode with Li Mingxing in the middle of the road, while Zhang Meiqi rode closer to the sidewalk, with other motorcycles passing by occasionally.

While listening to the girls chattering, Li Qinghe, looking towards the roadside, suddenly felt something was amiss out of the corner of his eye.

His gaze shifted, and a motorcycle was riding slightly behind Li Mingyue. The man on the back seat was reaching out to grab the small backpack on Li Mingxing’s back.

Previously, Li Mingxing had worn this small backpack on her chest, but perhaps she was very happy that evening and let her guard down, so she wore it on her back.

Unexpectedly, she was immediately targeted by a snatch theft gang.

"Bag snatch!" Li Qinghe only had time to shout once.

"Ah~~~" Li Mingxing's scream had just escaped her lips when she was already pulled and thrown off the motorcycle.

Li Qinghe twisted the throttle sharply, pushing it all the way down. The motorcycle roared like a bull, charging forward.

The snatch thief rider was also revving his engine, preparing to flee, but Li Qinghe lifted the handlebars of his motorcycle, causing the entire front of the motorcycle to rear up high.

The front wheel heavily struck the backs of the two snatch thieves.

Instantly, the two snatch thieves fell from their motorcycle onto the road. The motorcycle also toppled over, skidding on the ground and leaving a trail of sparks. Both men wore full-face helmets, and after falling, they were left only groaning and wailing.

Many passing motorcyclists shouted "Awesome!" to Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe swerved his motorcycle, turned off the engine, and stopped by the roadside.

He picked up Li Mingxing's bag from beside the snatch thieves and walked towards Zhang Meiqi and the others, who were gathered around Li Mingxing.

"A Xing, your bag. How are you? Where are you hurt?"

Li Qinghe walked to Li Mingyue's side and looked concernedly at Li Mingxing, who they had helped to sit by the roadside.

"Thank you, Brother Qinghe." Li Mingyue took the bag.

"I'm fine, just some scrapes on my knees and elbows." Li Mingxing's tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to purse her lips and answer Li Qinghe's question.

"Can A Xing still walk? Let's quickly go to the hospital to get it checked and some medicine applied." Li Qinghe bent down to examine Li Mingxing's wounds.

Her fair right elbow and right knee both had skin abrasions. Fortunately, when she fell, Li Mingxing managed to brace herself against the motorcycle, so the wounds weren't too deep, just slightly oozing fresh blood and tissue fluid.

Li Mingxing tried to stand up. "Ah!" Her knees buckled, and she almost fell again, but Li Qinghe quickly grabbed her arm and supported her.

"Try walking a couple of steps." Supporting Li Mingxing, Li Qinghe had her walk to the side of the motorcycle.

Li Mingxing tiptoed, limping a couple of steps, a pained expression on her face.

Seeing this, Li Qinghe directly picked her up in his arms, which made Li Mingxing let out another shriek.

Zhang Meiqi looked at Li Mingxing, who was being carried in a princess carry by Li Qinghe, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Li Qinghe carefully placed Li Mingxing on the back seat of the motorcycle: "A Xing, you can only sit sideways now."

"Thank you, Brother Qinghe." A rare blush appeared on Li Mingxing's face.

It was her first time being held like this by a man, and she could distinctly feel every muscle in Li Qinghe's chest.

"A-Yue, ride slowly. A Xing, hold A-Yue's waist tightly." Li Qinghe instructed Li Mingyue as she straddled the motorcycle.

"Understood, Brother Qinghe."

The two sisters responded to Li Qinghe in unison.

"A-Qi, let's go to a nearby pharmacy or clinic to apply medicine for A Xing." Li Qinghe then greeted Zhang Meiqi, who was also on her motorcycle.

"Okay, Brother Qinghe."

Zhang Meiqi responded very readily.

Li Qinghe then walked to the front to ride his motorcycle.

By this time, the two snatch thieves had also wriggled their way to the roadside and were lying there.

This section of the road was not very bustling, and the Vietnamese police were not so timely in their response; many matters were resolved privately.

For Li Qinghe, if it wasn't necessary, he was too lazy to go to the Saigon police station.

He glanced at the two snatch thieves lying by the roadside, noticing the vicious look on their uncovered faces, as their face masks were not fastened.

Speaking of ruthlessness, Vietnamese people are indeed ruthless, possessing a certain wildness.

However, if this ruthlessness is not supported by strength, it can only turn into the frantic barking of a stray dog by the roadside.

Li Qinghe ignored them and walked directly towards his motorcycle parked nearby.

Just then, a roar of motorcycles reached his ears, sounding like three or four motorcycles were rushing towards them.