Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 573

That moment, the entire Shanghai Police Unit 1 stormed in, while half of the Hongdu gang had also
occupied the night club. Lesley stood up and groaned: “What d’ya want from us?”
The detective smiled, “No more drugs, or you’ll be arrested. Or, how about I arrest you now?” He signaled
the other police, “Move.”
“Defence mode!” Lesley shouted. But Red Poison was heavily outnumbered. In less than five minutes,
Lesley was captured, among nine others. “Run! Go! Retreat!” Lesley yelled desperately. The ‘non-captured’ Red
Poisons turned their backs and ran.
Over the next afternoon, the police tried to force Lesley to tell everything he knew about Hongdu. “Tell us
about it, the drugs, the weapons, everything,” the police chief urged.
“No, never!” Lesley stared hard at the chief.
“Whip him until answers!” the chief ordered. With that, he turned and walked away.
But ten minutes later, Lesley still wouldn’t budge. The police couldn't force anything out of him, despite the
whipping. “You can’t force me to say anything!” Lesley roared. “I will never betray my beliefs and friends!”
When all else failed, the police dumped Lesley into a priso