Just then, a heart-wrenching roar came from the next carriage, "Robbery! Someone is robbing us! “
The uncle on the other side was immediately awakened by the roar. His vigilance was really very high.
Cong Nianwei was still leaning on Qin Guan's shoulder in a daze, and the young man was still snoring.
A young man carrying a small black bag dashed out from the side compartment. In the compartment where everyone was sleeping, he jumped left and right and quickly ran to the door that had been opened.
A middle-aged woman was chasing after him. Her hair was messy, and her face looked weathered. Her eyes were full of panic and helplessness. She tried her best to catch up with the young man, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.
The young man looked at the opened door of the train. There were only two more steps before he could leave. For such a small station in the middle of the night, as long as he rushed out of the small door of the booth, he would be able to jump freely in the vast ocean and fly freely in the vast sky.
The middle-aged woman also realized this. Seeing the robber getting closer and closer to the door, her eyes gradually filled with despair. She slowed down unconsciously.
While the young man was feeling complacent, he suddenly felt a strong force behind his neck, pulling him backward. He tried his best, but his body was out of his control. He flew backward with a whoosh.
With a thud, the robber fell to the ground upside down.
Qin Guan's eyes were wide open. He gently pushed Cong Nianwei off his shoulder and explained the situation to her. Then he stood up, ready to help her.
Yes, the robber had been dragged back by someone. The attacker was the middle-aged man sitting opposite Qin Guan.
The man stood facing the robber with his hands crossed, as if he was looking at a poor slug.
When the robber saw that he had failed on the verge of success, he got up from the ground angrily.
Most of the people in the carriage were woken up. Seeing the situation, they hurriedly reminded the owner of the lost bag, "Call the police!"
"Yes! Don't let him get away!" “
The middle-aged woman nodded to the crowd gratefully and squeezed to the other side of the carriage to find the police.
The people in the car surrounded the young man in a small circle to prevent him from escaping before the police arrived. At this time, the young man did not think so much. He just wanted to teach this busybody a lesson.
He wrapped the bag around his waist and pounced towards the uncle. The uncle was very calm and only stretched out one hand. Before the young man could reach the uncle, the uncle's hand moved first.
"Pa!" With a side chop, he slapped the young man's left cheek. Thump, the young man was slapped to the ground.
The young man was not lightly beaten, and his eyes began to turn red. He roared and crawled up from the ground, planning to fight with the person in front of him. Then, "Pa!" With a side chop, he was slapped on the right side of his face.
He covered his left and right cheeks and panted heavily. Humiliation and suffocation made his entire face turn red.
The young man crawled up from the ground and took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket. With a snap, he pulled out the blade.
The sharp blade of the switchblade reflected the cold light of the train carriage. Everyone in the carriage sucked in a breath of cold air and took a small step back in unison.
The robber was armed with a weapon. He was ready to fight with his life on the line. Several kind-hearted people hurriedly reminded him, "He has a knife. Be careful." "That's right. Don't fight with him recklessly. Wait for the police."
The young man did not give the uncle much time to react. He stabbed at him with the knife.
The uncle was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and blocked the knife with his left hand. Then, he slapped at the young man with his right hand.
This time, the uncle did not hold back. The young man was slapped to the ground. Clang! He landed heavily on the ground. The knife in his hand was also thrown away.
A kind-hearted passenger next to him kicked the knife that had fallen to the ground and sent it flying.
The young man turned over and sat up from the ground, trembling. He was already in a trance. In a daze, he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him who had yet to put away his stance.
Three or five rounds had passed in an instant. Qin Guan had not been able to help them at all. Cong Nianwei's eyes were wide open in her seat.
The most exaggerated was the young man sitting next to the middle-aged man. His jaw seemed to have been dislocated, and it had not closed since the beginning. A drop of unknown liquid that looked like saliva was flowing out from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto the table.
When the uncle put away his stance, the police also rushed over and took away the young man who had been beaten into a pig's head on the ground. They also asked the uncle to explain what had happened.
When the police left, the whole carriage was in an uproar. Everyone was talking about it and gossiping. It was a martial arts master in real life. In just three moves, he had beaten a seemingly strong young man into submission.
The young man next to the uncle was especially excited. He could not sleep anymore. He was talking to himself nervously, "Master, he is definitely a master. Did you see his posture? His lower body did not move at all..."
Before long, the uncle came back. The police had a brief understanding of the situation and let him go back first. By then, the train had left the small station.
The young man re-examined the uncle in front of him with an infatuated and worshipful gaze.
Looking at the determination in his eyes, he must have a very profound internal energy. Looking at his low-key style, he had the demeanor of an expert.
Qin Guan also expressed his curiosity. He poured a glass of beer for the man and handed it to him. He wanted to drink some to calm himself down.
The uncle did not stand on ceremony. He took the jar and gulped down half a cup in one go.
The young man next to him took the empty cup from the uncle and put it on the table. He asked carefully, "Big, big brother, he's a master!"
The uncle smiled casually. "How can he be considered an expert? He's far from it."
The young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought to himself, 'This isn't enough?' He continued to ask, "What kind of move is this? Can you teach me? '
The uncle looked at the young man up and down and shook his head. "This is a very common move in the Plum Blossom Mantis Fist. It's very basic. But look at your small body. I can tell that you don't exercise much. It's useless to learn it. It's just for show."
Then he pointed at Qin Guan. "This little brother has a good physique. It's a pity that he's too old. It's useless for him to learn it now. He can only make some moves for himself so that he won't be at a disadvantage when he fights with others."
The uncle shook his head again. "My moves can only bully ordinary people. They're not good enough."
The young man was very upset. He thought that he had met a peerless master. Judging by his clear bones, the young man had transferred all his hundred years' worth of internal energy to him.
However, the reality was that he had been hiding in a corner and watching others fight. He had met a master, but instead of transferring his internal energy to him, he had been laughed at for being thin and weak.
Before he could pull himself together from his depression, a bag of roast chicken suddenly unfolded in front of him. The young man was cured in an instant.
The bag of roast chicken had been given to the uncle by the woman whose bag had been stolen. To thank the uncle for his help, she had given him her homemade braised chicken.
Inside the bag was the middle-aged woman's annual income from selling braised chicken.
The uncle didn't stand on ceremony. He accepted the chicken while the woman thanked him. He even kindly invited the three of them to eat together.
Cong Nianwei looked at the time. She didn't want to go back to sleep after all that trouble. With delicious food in front of her, she would just take it as a midnight snack.
As soon as the package was opened, a fragrant smell floated out. There was a whole authentic Dezhou braised chicken inside.
The whole chicken was lying on its back, golden in color with a hint of red in the yellow. The uncle pulled the chicken's legs and wings apart, separating the bones from the meat.
They divided the chicken and stuffed it into their mouths. The chicken's skin was springy, and the meat was fat and tender. The spices, Chinese medicine and the chicken's own fragrance mixed together, leaving a fragrant aftertaste in their mouths.
The uncle sighed as he drank his beer. "It would be more satisfying if I had a white one." Then he smiled at them embarrassedly.
The young man had no time to talk. He had long forgotten that there was a martial arts master sitting beside him, his idol. There was only one thought in his mind. He would get off the train at the next station, so he had to finish the drumstick as soon as possible.
When the train arrived at the next station, the young man reluctantly said goodbye to them and left the carriage with his luggage. Before he left, he looked back at the package of chicken wrapped in oil paper.
The rest of the chicken rack was divided by Qin Guan and the uncle. After eating, they dozed off. The sky gradually brightened, and the train arrived at the final station.
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