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"Hey?! Conscience? How much is conscience worth? Kid, shut up, or I'll take you down with me!" The man waved a small knife, looking crazed.
The young man, seeing the other party's fierce demeanor, dared not speak. The thug with the knife shouted at Little Black Fatty, "I just got out of prison after eight years. You want me to go back? Do you believe I’ll kill you?"
Little Black Fatty quickly waved his hands, "Xiao Jun, you're overthinking it. I have no intention of getting you locked up with me."
The young man called Xiao Jun clearly didn't want to believe him. "Stop with the nonsense! I don’t want to be associated with a loser like you. Just give me the money and I’ll leave! Otherwise, I’ll kill you all!"
Xiao Jun was clearly losing it; his eyes were bloodshot and looked terrifying. It was unexpected for him to react so strongly; perhaps he had mental issues before, and this incident became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Xiao Jun snatched the money he had just stolen and cautiously backed away to leave. In a sudden fit of madness, as he passed by a student, he lunged forward with the knife. It looked like it was about to stab into the student's chest.
"Clang!"
At the critical moment, accompanied by a crisp sound, the knife blade was deflected slightly and plunged heavily into a nearby chair, leaving a deep cut on the student's arm.
"Clatter!"
A coin fell to the ground; it was this coin that had deflected the robber's knife and saved the student's life.
The robber lost his balance from the force and stumbled forward. Taking advantage of this moment, a figure darted out and grabbed the robber's head, slamming it hard against the glass.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the robber let out a muffled groan and fainted, his knife still embedded in the chair.
Ye Mingshang remembered that this person was a member of the Martial Arts Club, and seemed to be the Vice President. His martial arts skills were impressive, having won championships in martial arts competitions, capable of taking on three or four ordinary people at once.
"You're asking for death!" another young man shouted, pulling out a switchblade and lunging forward.
The martial arts team member was quite skilled; he remained calm under pressure, quickly drawing a small knife that was stuck in the seat. He bent his body to dodge the young man's attack and then reversed his grip on the knife. As the opponent attempted to counterattack, he swiftly slashed the young man's wrist. The opponent let out a cry, clutching his bleeding wrist as the switchblade fell to the ground.
His movements were simple and efficient, without any hesitation. Even Ye Mingshang had to admit it was impressive.
"Slash!"
With the sound of a blade cutting through fabric and flesh, the Martial Arts Club student let out a muffled groan and pushed the opponent away. The compartment was too small for any significant movement; the advantage of martial arts lay in being able to defend while attacking. In a wider space, these individuals would not have been his match, but in such a cramped area, if they exploited this weakness, he would definitely get hurt, possibly even face life-threatening danger.
However, the power of numbers is indeed great. Just as it seemed someone was about to attack again, one student suddenly extended his leg and tripped that person to the ground. Unfortunately, his own knife had pierced into his arm, nearly going into his Heart.
Later, Little Black Fatty and the young man who supported him also joined in. Together they subdued the robbers. Initially planning to tie up Little Black Fatty and his companion as well, they ultimately decided against it after some thought.
Due to time constraints, they didn't waste any more time taking them to the police station. Instead, they bound those individuals and left them for Little Black Fatty and his friend to watch over until the police arrived.
Ye Mingshang wasn't worried about them escaping; what Little Black Fatty mentioned about their home situation was likely true. As long as they wanted to help their mother with her medical treatment, they wouldn't run away. Even if they did manage to escape, where could they go? The surveillance footage on the bus captured everything clearly; with police resources at hand, as long as they remained in China, there would be no escape. In fact, fleeing would only worsen their situation.
Both students sustained minor injuries that weren't too serious. There was a first aid kit on board, and since they were students from Nanjing Medical University, basic bandaging was no problem. After some quick bandaging, the bus resumed its journey.
The earlier incident still left them somewhat shaken; after all, watching it on TV is one thing—experiencing it firsthand is another matter entirely. Fortunately, they emerged unscathed without losing any valuables and managed to subdue several robbers.
The Buddy from the Martial Arts Club gained some notoriety; everyone had witnessed his brave actions and admired him greatly. Several girls even took the initiative to bandage his wounds while frequently asking how he felt, leaving him feeling quite embarrassed.
"Hmph! What's so great about it? It's just that I didn't have time to step in; otherwise..." one student muttered quietly with a hint of jealousy.
A classmate beside him shot him a sideways glance and said, “Afterthought, pfft!”
...
At five in the evening, after a series of twists and turns, they finally arrived at their destination smoothly. The others in the several cars were aware of their situation and came over to offer their condolences. When they learned that not only had they recovered their belongings but also captured the robber, they couldn't help but admire them. Some even lamented how unfortunate it was that they weren't on that car; if they had been, things might not have gone well for them either.
The school had already made arrangements with the villagers, who warmly welcomed everyone who came to offer support. Some of the wealthier villagers even prepared chickens and pigs to treat everyone.
It wouldn't be accurate to say this place was very poor; many buildings retained the style of the 1960s and 70s, giving one a sense of time travel.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the village chief kindly arranged accommodations for them, as it was getting late. Any labor would have to wait until the next day.
This was a relatively old courtyard, filled with dust and cobwebs. However, since they were given a place to stay, it was already quite generous. Although it was a bit dirty, it was spacious enough for so many people. The village also provided clean bedding; all they needed to do was tidy up a bit.
While some complained, they didn't slack off too much. After all, coming here meant enduring hardships; cleaning up wasn't too much to ask. They were just used to being a bit lazy.
Everyone was enthusiastically cleaning the house while Ye Mingshang curiously examined the courtyard. He felt that something about this place was strange; the layout of the buildings wasn't quite normal. So he kept his guard up while cleaning and observed his surroundings. In one corner, he discovered an old sign.
“Yizhuang!”
(To be continued.)
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