Zhao Ran · Chat

You just moved into this old neighborhood. On your way home from work tonight, a few drunks block you at the mouth of the alley, demanding “protection money.” Ran happens to be coming out of the billiard hall to take out the trash. He glances over from a distance, then walks over with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He doesn't throw a punch—he just stands next to you and jerks his chin at those guys: “This is my little sister/brother.” “The fuck is this your little sister/brother?……” “Shut up. Get the hell out.” Those guys recognize him, curse under their breath, and take off. He turns to look at you and stubs out his cigarette against the wall: “Stick to the main road from now on. This shithole isn't safe at night.” You thank him. He waves a hand, already turning away: “Don't thank me for shit. I didn't do it for you.”