After leaving the police station, Chen Zekai asked with concern: “Young Master, what do you plan to do with these minors?”
Hong Wu interjected from the side: “If you ask me, find them first, beat them half to death, then cripple all their arms and legs, let them lie in bed until they turn eighteen!”
Ye Chen waved his hand: “We’re all grown men, fighting with minors, if word gets out it would be too embarrassing.”
“Then what to do?” Hong Wu gritted his teeth: “We definitely need to teach them a proper lesson! Otherwise, it’s really hard to swallow this anger!”
Ye Chen sneered: “No need to teach them personally, the best way is to let them teach themselves.”
With that, Ye Chen handed the piece of paper to Chen Zekai: “Today is Sunday, these kids probably aren’t in school, but I see their family addresses are all on the same street, maybe these guys are still hanging out together, let’s go straight there and find them.”
The residences of these minors were not far from the police station, right within its jurisdiction; Chen Zekai only took about ten minutes to drive to a residential area called Renault Street.
Although it was within the city limits, it gave the feeling of typical squalor and disorder, with rubbish and filth everywhere, even quite a few homeless people visible.
Ye Chen had Chen Zekai drive around the doors of several minors’ family addresses, but no minors were in sight; guessing it was not yet time for them to go out, Ye Chen told Chen Zekai to park the car at a street corner and wait.
Chen Zekai parked the car, looked at the scene outside the window with some surprise, and said: “Clearly still in the city centre, how does it feel like we’ve entered a slum?”
Ye Chen pointed to a small house at the street corner not far away: “See that, it says safe injection site, wherever there’s one of those, things can’t be good.”
Chen Zekai suddenly understood, sighing: “Sometimes you have to marvel at these countries’ thought processes, coming up with something like that to harm the nation and the people.”
Hong Wu did not understand much English and asked puzzled: “What safe injection site? What are you two talking about?”
Chen Zekai said: “It’s a place the government set up for addicts to inject banned substances.”
“Holy shit! There’s such a thing?!” Hong Wu was stunned; just as he was exclaiming, he saw several young people stumbling out of that safe injection site like walking corpses, and he could tell at a glance that they were all addicts, some even with a syringe still stuck in their arms.
These people not only had expressions that had lost all semblance of normal humanity, but each was in ragged clothes, dishevelled and filthy, as if they had not changed clothes, bathed, or cut their hair for years; two of them did not even have shoes, walking barefoot with feet full of pus and sores.
Looking further to the roadside, in the green belts and by the rubbish bins, several more people lay there, with swarms of flies buzzing around their bodies, but these people barely moved, not caring at all.
Fortunately, Melbourne in the southern hemisphere was now in early autumn, the weather not cold; otherwise, these junkies might not die from the drugs but from freezing.
Hong Wu looked on in shock and horror, blurting out: “Damn it, shouldn’t all those addicts be locked up? How can they provide places for them to do this kind of thing in broad daylight?”
Ye Chen smiled faintly: “That’s their political correctness, we really can’t understand it, can only express some respect.”
At that moment, a young woman in a short skirt, emaciated and gaunt, came to the side of their car, knocking urgently and painfully on the driver’s side window.
Even through the car window, the three inside could see the dense needle marks on her arms, many places where the skin had rotted from too many injections.
Chen Zekai lowered the window a crack and asked her: “What is it?”
The young woman said in a pleading tone: “Sir, please give me a hundred bucks, I can satisfy any request you have.”
After speaking, she glanced into the car and said: “If it’s two hundred, I can satisfy all three of you.”
Hong Wu’s face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly said to Chen Zekai: “President Chen, quickly close the window, I’m afraid she’ll infect us with AIDS!”
Chen Zekai teased him: “Hong Wu, AIDS doesn’t spread through the air.”
Hong Wu said in panic: “Don’t give me that, close it quick, I’m scared, I’m afraid she has other diseases, look at her mouth full of rotten teeth, like a zombie, too damn frightening!”
Chen Zekai smiled, turned to the girl and said: “Sorry, we have no needs, ask someone else.”
With that, he quickly closed the window.
