Operation Orphan Mission: Guarding the Billionaire's Son, a Headache!

Small crowd gathered just a few meters ahead which she eventually learned it was an illegal racing event as she drove down the road.

Parking her car to the other side of the road, she stepped out, letting out a heavy sigh.

"These kids behavior is so reckless," she whispered under her breath, referring to the young people participating in and watching the street race.

The sound of the gun echoed around—a sign that a game had finally started before she could get into the scene, and it was too late for her to send them away from this certain event.

After the loud bang of the gun echoed, the two motorbikes began to rev up. The sound of the gun earlier was replaced by the cheers of the crowd and the roar of the motorbikes. It's a good thing that no other vehicles were passing by.

The people were also shouting for the bets and there were only two participants, and the rest were in the crowd that gained her attention. 

Street racing, by its very nature, posed a significant risk to the participants and innocent bystanders alike. The thought of potential accidents and injuries weighed heavily on her mind, fueling her concern for the well-being of those involved.

As the sun rose, casting a soft golden light over the city streets, Lian Qiang grew impatient. But she waited for them to finish their game, eager to get on with her job. The crowd didn't notice her, likely assuming she was just a civilian. After all, as a member of the Orphan Mission, she didn't wear an official uniform because they don't actually have one.

As the sound of the motorbikes grew louder, she realized the race had already finished, and she knew it was her cue to clear them off the road. The green motorbike was parked on one side, while the red one was on the opposite side. The red motorbike won the race.

Almost immediately, her presence caught the attention of the small crowd. Hushed whispers and murmurs circulated as she became the center of their attention.

Slipping her hand into her pocket, she retrieved and flashed her police badge and simultaneously spoke, "I'm from a special task force of an elite organization. If you all don't cease these illegal activities right now, I'll make sure every single one of you ends up behind bars!"

The crowd from the racing event scattered in panic. Racers and spectators alike darted away, not wanting to risk an encounter with the law. Although she had only seen two racers earlier, she figured that many of those who ran away had their own bikes, indicating they too might have been participants.

As the dust settled and the crowd finally had gone out of the event, she was taken aback to find one person hadn't left: a young man, the very one who had been on that striking green motorbike earlier.

"What's the matter?" she removed her sunglasses on and asked, raising an eyebrow as he continued to fixate on her. "Would you prefer to spend the night in a cell?" She tried to intimidate him. However, he just stood there, leaning against his parked bike, arms crossed over his chest, and an unmistakable look of irritation in his eyes.

"Why'd you have to ruin our game?" He finally spat out, eyebrows drawn together in frustration.

She couldn't help but laugh, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "Kids nowadays are born different", she muttered, loud enough for him to hear, while rubbing her temple in exasperation.

He clenched his jaw. "Don't call me a kid," he retorted, the irritation in his voice clear as day.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, taken aback by the young man's attitude. "Okay, whatever your age is, did you know that street racing is prohibited?"

"I don't care. Just mind your own business," the young man retorted.

Her ears just perked up from what he said. She couldn't believe it!

Her breathing suddenly quickened as her madness formed inside. She laughed ironically. "Didn't you just see my police badge? I'm part of a police department, a member of a special organization. I might put you in jail if I want", she bravely stated.

He replied with a hint of bitterness, "So, you're going to arrest us for a mere street race while real criminals, the ones causing true harm, walk free? Seems like misplaced priorities, officer."

Lian Qiang, maintaining her authoritative stance, retorted, "Street racing may seem different from more violent crimes, but both endanger lives. Racing puts innocent bystanders at risk, and that's why it's prohibited. It doesn't matter if you're robbing banks or racing cars. If you break the law, you face the consequences."

The young man looked at her and said, "Not everything is as simple as you think." He then started his motorbike and left quickly. Lian Qiang felt her head boil with anger, but he was already gone, leaving her surprised and deep in thought.