"Brother Niu, what bullsh * t is this kid talking about?"
The yellow-haired ruffian asked the fatty in a low voice. This fatty was a veteran, and with him by his side, the yellow-haired ruffian became a lot bolder.
"Since it's bullsh * t, who cares!" The fatty coldly snorted. Obviously, he didn't understand the meaning of Qin Lang's words, but he wouldn't give up this business just because of Qin Lang's bullsh * t. He took out a silver lighter, flipped it upside down, and lightly tapped on the small table in front of him. "Kid, you actually dare to take my brother's seat. Looks like you're deliberately looking for trouble?"
"You said that he took your seat. Show me the ticket." Lo Bin, who was next to Qin Lang, said. She wasn't the kind of girl who was just a vase. She only said that to stall for time.
The fatty ignored Lo Bin's words and only stared at Qin Lang. He fiddled with the lighter in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. "Kid, what do you think? Do you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, or tactfully scram? "
"I'm thinking, you two aren't people of the pugilistic world, but you dare to have ideas about people of the pugilistic world." Qin Lang's tone showed his disdain for these two people. This was because these two guys couldn't even understand the most basic words of the pugilistic world. Obviously, they weren't real people of the pugilistic world. In the eyes of real people of the pugilistic world, people like them were simply not up to standard.
These words of the pugilistic world were, of course, taught to Qin Lang by the Old Poison. Because in the pugilistic world, if it wasn't necessary, people didn't want to make enemies with other people of the pugilistic world. Therefore, they could communicate through the pugilistic world's slang, letting both sides know each other's origins, and not letting the people around them know what they were talking about.
However, the pugilistic world today had long been chaotic. Many punks who were not up to standard also lived in the pugilistic world. Not only did they make the pugilistic world a mess, these punks were really bold, even daring to provoke real people of the pugilistic world.
"In front of Brother Niu, you still dare to play tricks?!" With the fatty backing him, this yellow-haired ruffian seemed to have become bolder. "Kid! I'll give you one last chance. If you don't want to lose two parts on your body, get the hell away from me! "
How could Qin Lang be intimidated by non-professionals? A contemptuous smile appeared on his face as he snorted, "Just the two of you? Yellow Hair, aren't your hands itching? "
Qin Lang had already made up his mind. As long as these two fellows didn't give up their evil intentions today, he would teach them a lesson so that they would know that the pot was made of iron. Moreover, the yellow-haired ruffian had used his hand to slap Qin Lang's head. Did he really think that Qin Lang's head was that easy to slap?
The yellow-haired ruffian didn't know what Qin Lang meant, but after hearing what Qin Lang said, he really felt that his right hand was starting to itch, and it was getting more and more itchy. No matter how he scratched, it was useless. It was as if there were thousands of ants crawling under the skin of his palm.
"Kun, why the f * ck are you moving!" The fatty was obviously dissatisfied with the yellow-haired ruffian scratching in front of him.
"No … Brother Niu! My hand … it's really f * cking itchy! "The yellow-haired ruffian explained.
"Can't you bear with the itch?" The fatty snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I'm afraid he can't bear it." Qin Lang's gaze fell on the fatty's hand, and he said slowly in the tone of an experienced person, "People with three hands often have especially itchy hands. I know your hands are a bit itchy, but you better not fiddle with your lighter in front of us. Be careful of playing with fire!"
The fatty's eyes finally revealed a serious expression because Qin Lang had seen through his trick. The lighter in the fatty's hand was filled with something similar to a hallucinogen. This was an essential tool for "doing business" on the train. As long as one sat next to the target and took the opportunity to light a cigarette or light a lighter, it would be enough to make the target fall asleep. Then, they could easily get what they wanted.
People who had never come into contact with these despicable methods would think that they were "possessed" when their money was stolen on the train. In a daze, they would be robbed of all their belongings.
Because of this, the yellow-haired ruffian had wanted to occupy Qin Lang's seat, because it was undoubtedly the best position to commit the crime.
However, Qin Lang had seen through the fatty's trick, which meant that it would be difficult for the fatty to easily succeed.
Beep! Beep!
Suddenly, the cell phone in Lo Bin's hand rang. This was the sound of a text message being received.
Qin Lang and Lo Bin seemed to be distracted for a moment.
For the fatty, this was obviously a heaven-sent opportunity. He skillfully brought the lighter in front of Qin Lang and Lo Bin. When the lid of the lighter popped up, a blue flame burst out.
Qin Lang hurriedly covered Lo Bin's mouth and nose with his hand. When his palm touched Lo Bin's fragrant lips, he felt as if his palm was intoxicated. The soft and warm feeling was definitely the best feeling he had ever had with his hand!
Perhaps it was because the feeling was so good that Qin Lang seemed to forget to cover his mouth and nose.
The fatty felt that he had succeeded. He put away the lighter and smiled proudly, "Young man, you are still a little inexperienced!"
Fatty was very good at this, so he knew that the kid in front of him would definitely fall asleep within ten seconds. Without this kid messing around, the emerald Buddha statue on the girl's neck would be in his pocket.
"Is that so?"
To the fatty's surprise, Qin Lang didn't fall asleep. Instead, he grabbed the fatty's hand while the fatty was still stunned. He quickly shook it and sneered, "Fatty, you've found the wrong target!"
As he spoke, Qin Lang released the hand covering Lo Bin's mouth. Although the hallucinogen in the fatty's lighter was quite effective, it was also very volatile. Lo Bin's mouth and nose were promptly covered by Qin Lang. Of course, she was completely fine. However, because she had held her breath and lacked oxygen, two blushes appeared on Lo Bin's face, making her appear even more alluring. With a glance, Qin Lang was actually somewhat stunned.
The fatty was still waiting. He was waiting for Qin Lang to fall asleep, because he had clearly seen Qin Lang "fall victim".
With regards to the hallucinogen in his lighter, Fatty was extremely confident.
"Wait a few more seconds, at most ten seconds! This kid will definitely pass out like a dead pig! "The fatty said to himself in his heart.
Thus, the fatty laughed complacently. However, his smile very quickly froze, turning into surprise and panic. Because Qin Lang didn't fall victim. Instead, he was looking at the fatty with a mocking expression.
"Brother Niu … your hand …"
The yellow-haired ruffian suddenly cried out in alarm. Because at this time, he suddenly discovered that the fatty's hand that Qin Lang had held was actually red and swollen. Moreover, it was frighteningly swollen, as if he had been stung by a wasp. However, a wasp sting should be very painful, but the fatty didn't feel any pain, only a slight itch.
Thus, the fatty couldn't help but reach out and scratch.
It would have been fine if he hadn't scratched, but once he did, there was a problem. The fatty suddenly felt his hand itch more and more, but his heart couldn't help but want to scratch again. In the end, the more he scratched, the more itch he felt.
At the same time, the yellow-haired ruffian was also scratching with all his might. Both of them felt that the situation wasn't right, so the fatty hurriedly brought the yellow-haired ruffian away. No matter what, he had to find a place to disinfect his hand and get rid of the itch. Then, he would deal with Qin Lang and this little girl.
Anyway, they were on the train. These two little guys couldn't escape even if they had wings!
"I'll deal with you later!"
When he slipped away, the fatty didn't forget to throw a harsh sentence at Qin Lang.
Qin Lang smiled lightly. He didn't put a professional gangster like the fatty in his eyes at all. He coldly snorted and said, "Grandson, this grandpa is waiting for you here!"
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