Volume II

At this moment, a heart-piercing roar came from the next compartment: "Robbery! Someone is robbing something!"

The uncle on the opposite side was awakened by the roar, and his vigilance was really high.

On the other hand, Cong Nianwei was still leaning on Qin Guan's shoulder in a daze. As for the little brother opposite, he was still snoring.

I saw a young man carrying a small black bag rushing over from the side compartment. In the crooked compartment where everyone was sleeping, he jumped left and right and ran towards the opened door.

Behind him was chasing a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a vicissitudes of life. Her eyes were full of panic and bewilderment. She desperately chased the young man in front, but the distance was getting further and further away.

The young man looked at the open door of the train, and he could boast that there were still two steps left. 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 leap as wide as a fish and let a bird fly as high as the sky. flew.

The middle-aged woman also realized this. Seeing the bag snatcher getting closer and closer to the door, her eyes gradually became desperate, and her pace of chasing the robber unconsciously slowed down.

The young man was enjoying himself, when he suddenly felt a strong force behind his neck, pulling him back. He tried desperately, but felt that his body was out of control, and he flew upside down with a whoosh.

With a snap, the robbing young man fell headlong to the ground.

Qin Guan's eyes were wide open at this time, he gently pushed Cong Nianwei awake from his shoulders, explained the current situation to Cong Nianwei, and got up to help.

That's right, the robber was brought back alive. And the person who shot was the uncle sitting opposite Qin Guan.

The uncle stood facing the robber with his hands folded like this, as if he was looking at a poor slug.

The young man who robbed saw that he was on the brink of failure, and got up from the ground in anger.

At this time, most of the people in the carriage were awakened. Seeing such a situation, they quickly reminded the owner who was still there in a daze: "Go and call the police."

"Just don't let people run away."

The middle-aged woman muttered twice, nodded gratefully to everyone, 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 didn't think so much at all, he just wanted to give this nosy man a good look.

He wrapped the snatched bag around his waist and rushed towards the uncle. The uncle was very calm and only stretched out one hand. Before the young man fell down in front of the uncle, the uncle's hand moved ahead of time.

"Slap!" A side chop hit the young man on the left side of the face, and with a bang, the young man was slapped to the ground.

The young man was severely beaten, his eyes started to turn red, he got up from the ground with a roar, and planned to fight the man in front of him, then, "Slap!" With a side slash, he was slapped on the right cheek again.

He was covering his left and right cheeks, panting heavily, humiliated and oppressed, which made his whole face flushed red.

The young man got up from the ground, took out a switchblade from his trousers pocket, and pushed the blade out with a click.

The sharp blade of the switchblade reflected a gleaming cold light under the lights in the train carriage. Everyone in the carriage gasped, and all took a small step back in unison.

The young man who robbed was still carrying a murder weapon, and he was in a desperate posture. A few well-meaning people nearby hurriedly reminded: "He has a knife, be careful." "That's right, don't fight him recklessly, wait for the police to come soon."

The young man didn't react too much to the uncle, and stabbed him straight with a knife.

The uncle was not in a hurry, he made a move, shifted the passing knife with his left hand, and slapped it with his right hand again.

This time the uncle probably didn't keep his hand, the young man was immediately sent flying to the ground, Dang! There was a heavy landing sound. The knife in his hand was also thrown out.

A kind passenger next to him kicked the fallen knife away.

The young man turned over and sat up from the ground tremblingly, he was already in a daze from the beating. He stared dazedly at the uncle in front of him who hadn't put away his posture yet.

Qin watched the two, and three or five rounds passed in an instant. He didn't help at all, and Cong Nianwei also stared wide-eyed in his seat.

The most exaggerated thing is that the little brother sitting next to the uncle has a dislocated jaw. It has not been closed since the beginning. A drop of unknown liquid suspected of saliva is flowing from the corner of his mouth and dripping on the table. superior.

When the uncle put away his posture, the marshals also arrived, took away the young man who was beaten into a pig's head on the ground, and asked the uncle to describe the process.

When the police and his party left, the whole carriage exploded. Everyone talked and gossiped. A real-life martial arts master, with three strokes, he tidied up a very strong-looking young man obediently.

The little brother next to the uncle was particularly excited, he couldn't sleep anymore, and he said to himself nervously: "A master, definitely a master, did you see that, seeing that posture, the lower body didn't move at all..."

It didn't take long for the uncle to come back. After a brief understanding of the situation at that time, the marshal asked the uncle to come back first. At this time the train has started again and left the small station.

The little brother re-examined the uncle in front of him with obsessive and adoring eyes.

Looking at the firm eyes, there must be deep inner strength. Look at this low-key style, it has the demeanor of a master.

Qin Guan also expressed his curiosity, opened the beer and poured a glass into the uncle's jar, passed it over, and drank some wine to calm his shock.

The uncle was not too polite, took the jar, and gulped down half a cup in one gulp.

The little goth next to him took the cup that the uncle had finished drinking, put it on the table, and asked cautiously: "Big, big brother, master!"

The uncle smiled casually: "This is not a master, it's far behind."

The little brother swallowed, thinking that this is not counted? He continued to ask: "What kind of move is this? Can you teach it?''

The uncle looked the younger brother up and down, and shook his head: "This is a very common move in Plum Blossom Mantis Boxing, very basic, but you are so small, you don't practice it much at first sight, it's useless to learn it, it's just a show. "

Then he pointed to Qin Guan: "This little brother's physique is not bad, but unfortunately he is too old, it is useless to learn it now, he can only learn some routines for himself, and he can't suffer when fighting with others. "

The uncle shook his head again: "I can only bully ordinary people with my skills, and I can't rank up."

The little brother was very depressed after hearing this. He thought that he was shocked and met a peerless master. Seeing that his bones were so strange, he sent him all his century-old skills.

As a result, the reality is that I hid aside trembling and watching others fight, but I met one of the masters, and I didn't pass on my skills, but I was laughed at for my thinness.

Before he recovered from his depression, a bag of roast chicken was suddenly unfolded in front of him, and the little brother was healed instantly.

This bag of roast chicken was brought by the elder sister who had her bag robbed just now. In order to thank the uncle for his help, I gave the braised chicken made by the uncle himself.

The black bag contained the middle-aged woman's income from selling braised chicken this year.

The uncle was not too polite, and accepted the chicken amidst the sound of thanks. He also kindly invited Qin Guan and the three to eat together.

Cong Nianwei looked at the time, after such a toss, she didn't bother to continue to sleep, and now that the food is good, it's time for supper.

As soon as the oil paper bag was opened, a scent wafted out, and what was inside was a whole authentic Texas braised chicken.

The whole chicken is lying down, golden in color, and red in the yellow. The uncle grabbed the legs and wings of the grilled chicken. Just like that, the bones and meat were separated.

Let's divide it up, and fill the chicken into the mouth. The chicken skin is springy, the meat is fat and tender, the seasoning, Chinese medicine, and the aroma of the chicken itself are mixed together, and everyone eats it with a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks.

While drinking beer, the uncle sighed, "It would be even more satisfying to have a white glass." After speaking, he smiled embarrassedly at several people.

The little brother has no time to talk at this time, he has long forgotten the martial arts master sitting next to him, his idol. There was only one thought in my mind, I was about to get off at the next stop, and I had to eat up this chicken leg as soon as possible.

When the train arrived at the station again, the younger brother reluctantly said goodbye to several people, dragged his luggage, and left the carriage. Before leaving, he looked back at the oiled paper bag with chicken wrapped in it.

The rest of the chicken was divided up by Qin Guan and the uncle. After eating, the few of them dozed off in a daze. The sky gradually brightened, and the train arrived at the terminal of this train.