Yang Luo completely ignored them, put away his gun, looked at Bei Yinyao and said, "Are you okay?|"
Bai Yinyao's face was pale, clearly terrified. It took her a long moment to catch her breath： "Thank you for saving me." Then she took a business card from her bag and handed it to him. "Here's my card. If you ever need anything, you can come find me."
Yang Luo had just taken the card when he heard a roar from behind： "Who the f*** do you think you are? Do you have any idea how dangerous it was to fire just now? What if you'd hit the hostage? Can you take responsibility for that?"
A cold gleam flashed in Yang Luo's eyes as he slowly turned around and said, "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that the hostage is safe and the criminal is dead. Do you have a problem with that？"
"You... you..." The fat man pointed at Yang Luo, unable to speak.
The SWAT commander walked over and saluted, saying： "Comrade！ Please show me your identification." Yang Luo looked at the major in front of him, took out his ID card from his pocket, and handed it to the major.
The major didn't take it. "I want your military ID."
Yang Luo suddenly grinned. His previously cold expression vanished in an instant, which was extremely off-putting. The look on his face was just begging for a punch.
"Comrade, I don't have a military ID, just a regular ID card. Besides, do I look like a soldier to you？ My profession is 'hooligan.'"
Hearing Yang Luo's words, the fat man tensed up and raised his gun. "Hands up!"
Yang Luo puffed out his chest and shouted： "Think you're hot shit just because you're a cop? Don't forget, I just saved a hostage. I'm a hero who stepped up in a crisis." The fat man was so angry he could spit. Facing all these cops and the guns pointed at him, this bastard was still this cocky and talking out of his ass.
"A hero my ass! Look at yourself—you're not even a decent thug. At best, you're just a vagrant," the fat man cursed.
Yang Luo scratched his nest-like hair, then looked down at his clothes full of holes. "Are you saying I don't look like a hooligan this way？"
The fat man's face turned green. A police officer beside him, suppressing a laugh, said, "Chief！ I think this kid has mental issues."
Yang Luo suddenly said seriously, "Looks like I need to change my image."
"Pfft！" Behind him, Bei Yinyao couldn't help but laugh, and the earlier fright vanished without a trace.
The major said sternly, "Comrade, please hand over your gun."
Yang Luo turned his head to look at him, "Why should I hand over my gun?"
"Damn it！" The fat man couldn't hold back anymore, raising his hand to slap Yang Luo hard across the face.
"Slap！"
Yang Luo grabbed the fat man's wrist with one hand and said with a mischievous grin, "Fatty！ Never start a fight with a professional rogue, or you'll face retaliation." The fat man strained with all his might to break free, but Yang Luo's seemingly not-so-strong arm stood firm like a rooted tree.
A police officer nearby, seeing his chief 'hijacked,' pressed his gun firmly against Yang Luo's head, "Let go of our chief now, or I'll shoot."
Yang Luo let go very quickly. The fat man, caught off guard while struggling with Yang Luo, stumbled back a few steps and "thud," landed solidly on the ground.
"Haha..." The crowd of onlookers burst into loud laughter.
The fat man's face turned from green to red. Climbing up with eyes that could spit fire, he suddenly charged at Yang Luo. When had he ever taken such humiliation? When had he ever lost face like this? Especially now, with thousands of onlookers—this was a huge loss of face.