Chapter 177
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When Xia Pingan sat in the four-wheeled carriage and headed towards the wharf of Yuhong Road, several Farmer s that he had summoned were busy working in the secret mandala of Xia Pingan.
In the secret warehouse, besides those corpses that Xia Pingan had just put inside, there were also some handcuffs and shackles that Xia Pingan had brought from the warehouse of the broker house.
Those handcuffs and shackles were made of iron and were quite heavy. They were usually used by the broker house to imprison and intimidate those women. Once those women who refused to surrender were caught by the broker house, the broker house would put them in handcuffs and shackles and lock them up in their own warehouse, where they would be intimidated and tortured until those women surrendered.
Those Farmer s in the secret mandala were putting those handcuffs and shackles on those corpses — which could be considered as returning them to their rightful owners.
It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the wharf of Yuhong Road. Xia Pingan got off the carriage and spent more than ten copper coins to buy a ferry ticket at the wharf. He was just in time to catch the last ferry tonight.
A few minutes after boarding the ferry, the steam ferry had sounded its whistle twice on the wharf. Black smoke rose from the chimney of the ferry. The steam turbine on the ferry started to rotate and drive the paddles. At the sight of it, the aged ferry left the wharf like a staggered old bull and drove towards the opposite bank of Qinan River.
Water splashed on the river surface!
Xia Pingan sat at the stern of the ferry.
This was the last ferry of the night. Less than a third of the seats were full. The ferry was filled with people who were working hard in Shang Jing City. A few stevedores were leaning against the chair in front of Xia Pingan. As soon as the ferry started, they started snoring and fell asleep. They were still holding half-eaten pancakes in their hands …
There were a few factory workers who were still wearing their work clothes. They sat together tiredly and discussed in low voices that their overtime pay had been deducted again …
A policeman who had just gotten off work took off his hat and sat at the front of the ferry. That policeman was slightly fat. Looking from the back, there was already a layer of white hair on his head. The hat and collar of his police uniform were covered with a layer of white salt stains that had been soaked by sweat.
A few of them looked like students studying in Shang Jing City.
There were two other women. One of them looked like a salesperson in a shopping mall. She was sitting on the ferry and rubbing her numb calves. The other woman was pretty. She was in her twenties and wore a blue coat and a beige wide-brimmed hat. She had a delicate face and a hint of intellectual temperament. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she looked at the river. It seemed like she had a lot on her mind.
The pleasure boats and cruise ships on the Qin An River were still brightly lit. The lights on the pleasure boats and cruise ships made the Qin An River look particularly enchanting in the night. The sound of singing and music drifted along with the river breeze, revealing a sense of extravagance.
The highest class brothel in Shangjing was actually not in the alleys on the ground, but on the surface of the Qin An River.
He wondered how Yan Duo and Jiang Duo were doing.
Xia Pingan felt a little lonely at the thought of his mission in Yuan Qiu.
But soon, Xia Pingan dispelled the trace of emotion in his heart. He stretched his hand out of the ferry and touched the splashing waves on the ferry.
The shackled corpses in the secret warehouse were silently thrown into the Qin An River by Xia Pingan. Along with the waves stirred up by the ferry, the corpses sank to the bottom of the river one by one, accompanying the fishes and shrimps.
The Qin An River was indeed a good place to bury corpses, especially at night. It was simply undetectable.
He did not expect to start doing this kind of work when he had just arrived in Shang Jing City for a few days.
Thinking of what Elder Jing said to him a few days ago, Xia Pingan laughed self-deprecatingly.
More than ten minutes later, the ferry on the river met the ferry coming from the opposite side. They greeted each other with whistles. After about 20 minutes, the ferry arrived at the pier opposite the Qin An River. The stevedores who were sleeping were woken up. The people on the ferry went to the pier one by one and left.
Outside the pier, there were some rickshaws and carriages waiting to carry passengers to make money at night. Several supper stalls were also set up by the roadside.
The people who got off the ferry were preparing to go home, while some were still working at this time. Not many people living in this city had it easy.
It was not easy for Xia Pingan either. His stomach had been starving for a long time. Today was a day of work. From morning to night, he only ate two steamed buns and drank a bowl of millet porridge when he went out in the morning. He saw that there were noodles, steamed dumplings, and braised meat on the night stalls outside the pier. The fragrance of the food came with the wind and spread under the street lights. Xia Pingan's stomach suddenly growled and began to protest.
In this world, what Xia Pingan was most satisfied with was food. The food in this world had its original taste. There were no preservatives, gutter oil, lean meat powder, ripening agent and other messy things. All the food, even the street snacks, only had the authentic mellow aroma of the food itself and the seasoning. There was nothing else after it was cooked.
Xia Pingan came to the night stall and ordered a bowl of noodles and a portion of braised meat at a small stall under the street lamp. After eating, he called a carriage and prepared to return to his rented house.
Xia Pingan's house was still some distance away from here. It was in the suburbs of the city. It would take more than half an hour to get there by carriage.
After running for a few minutes, the carriage passed by a roadside alley. Sitting in the carriage, Xia Pingan saw the movement in the alley and hurriedly asked the coachman to stop.
The coachman also saw the movement in the alley and heard something. He could faintly hear a woman's cry for help. There were many people in the alley, but there were no street lamps here. It was dark on both sides of the alley, so he could not see clearly.
Although the coachman stopped the carriage, he looked a little scared and hesitant. "Sir, you're not a policeman. It's so late. You'd better mind your own business. Those people are not to be trifled with. Why don't you go to the police station and call the police …"
"It's too late to call the police. You don't have to go. Just wait for me over there!" Xia Pingan said as he walked towards the alley.
Summoners had the ability to see things in the dark. Just now, he saw that the young and beautiful woman who had taken the ferry with him was blocked by several hooligans in the alley ahead. Those hooligans began to molest her. The situation was not good, and the woman was scared and screamed.
In this kind of environment, if he did not intervene, that woman would probably be miserable tonight.
Before Xia Pingan walked into the alley, he heard a "Jia" sound. Xia Pingan turned his head and saw that the coachman of the carriage he had just been in was shaking the reins. He did not stay for a moment and drove the carriage away. He did not stay to wait for Xia Pingan at all.
F * ck!
Xia Pingan cursed and quickened his pace as he walked into the alley.
There were four hooligans in the alley. They also noticed that Xia Pingan was walking towards them. The hooligans stopped at the same time and exchanged glances.
"F * ck, where did this kid come from? How dare you meddle in our business. You're courting death …" One of the hooligans scolded. His eyes flashed fiercely. He took out a shiny dagger and stabbed it directly towards Xia Pingan's lower abdomen.
How could that hooligan be Xia Pingan's opponent? Seeing that the hooligan was stabbing towards him with a dagger, Xia Pingan grabbed the hooligan's wrist and twisted it forcefully. With a 'kacha' sound, the hooligan's wrist holding the dagger was directly broken by Xia Pingan. The hooligan let out a blood-curdling scream. His face suddenly distorted and the dagger in his hand fell down.
Xia Pingan took the dagger that the hooligan had dropped. Without thinking, he stabbed the dagger into the hooligan's thigh. The blade of the dagger was completely submerged. Only the handle of the dagger was in Xia Pingan's hand.
This time, the hooligan's face was distorted. His eyes protruded out like a dead fish's.
Xia Pingan held the dagger in one hand. His face was expressionless as he looked coldly at the other hooligans. He slowly twisted the dagger in the hooligan's thigh. The dagger was like a key that was inserted into a lock. It slowly rotated in the flesh. The blade of the dagger slowly rotated ninety degrees in the flesh of the hooligan's thigh.
This was simply torture. The people around could even hear the sound of the dagger's blade scraping against the bone. The hooligan that was grabbed by Xia Pingan had blue veins popping out on his face. He didn't make a sound and directly fainted while foaming at the mouth.
Xia Pingan didn't say a word. Just one stab was enough to stun the hooligans.
Looking at Xia Pingan's calm face from beginning to end, the hooligans knew that they had encountered a ruthless character that they couldn't afford to offend. Their faces changed drastically and their bodies trembled. They didn't dare to rush over again …
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