Chapter 10: Who is the Robber?

The train sped along!

After the initial battle between China and Vietnam, the Chinese government, recognizing the insufficiency of logistics, began a large-scale railway construction project to ensure better performance in the next war. Seventeen years passed in the blink of an eye, and China's railway tracks had been laid to every city and county, making it the world's largest railway network. China's transportation had become seamless and extensive.

Thus, the train Zhao Heng was on ran without any hindrance. The air-conditioned carriage was clean and not stuffy, with a gentle breeze blowing. Zhao Heng, unable to get a soft sleeper ticket, found a hard seat and sat down, gazing out the window. Familiar buildings passed by him, the speed increasing, and a faint sense of melancholy welled up in his heart.

It was a feeling of reluctance!

Although he had long wanted to leave the Lu family villa to carve out his own path and broaden his horizons, he couldn't deny that no matter how beautiful and alluring the outside world might be, it could never compare to the charm of his hometown. What would Huahai City, the economic center of southern China, be like?

Leaning against the stainless steel bulletproof window, Zhao Heng, with his arms crossed, gazed quietly outside, not knowing what to think. The mountains, trees, hills, and the gray sky, as well as the railway tracks being crushed by the train, all gradually became part of Zhao Heng's memories as the train moved forward.

The rumbling of the train mirrored Zhao Heng's restless heart, unable to settle.

Before long, General City was left far behind, out of sight. The lights along the way gradually turned into hazy spots in the night, and soon, the window outside was completely dark, the heavy night curtain obscuring everything.

This meant he was getting closer to Huahai, the Pearl of the East.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but think of that classic old song:

Waves rush, waves flow;

Ten thousand miles of surging river water never cease;

Washing away the affairs of the world, blending into a surging tide;

...

"Smokes, beers, mineral water, and grilled fish slices! Ah!"

"White wine, drinks, instant noodles, and sausages! Ah!"

"Pull in your legs!"

Amidst Zhao Heng's passionate thoughts, a train vendor was already shouting the classic train couplet, moving back and forth in the aisle. As countless passengers subconsciously pulled in their legs, they also called out for food, as the long night always required something to sustain them.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but smile wryly!

"It's already eight o'clock..."

Zhao Heng, who never neglected himself, glanced at the time when the sky darkened, realizing it was almost dinner time. He then slung his simple shoulder bag and walked to the legendary overpriced and tasteless dining car. He found a small table and sat down. As soon as he did, a petite waitress immediately appeared:

"Hello, what would you like to eat?"

"I'll have a steamed chicken with mushrooms rice and a bowl of soup."

Zhao Heng calmly scanned the not-so-cheap menu, flipping through it before finally ordering a set meal, thinking the portion size in the picture would be enough to fill him up to about seventy percent. The waitress, with a decent attitude, smiled and quickly noted down Zhao Heng's order, then bowed slightly: "That will be 38 yuan, thank you."

"Alright!"

Zhao Heng took out the branded wallet Lu Meng had bought for him, his fingers sliding through a stack of bills before picking out a few and handing them to the waitress. As the waitress turned to place the order, Zhao Heng suddenly noticed two intense gazes fixed on him, reflected in the glass on the table, with the two men whispering to each other.

He flashed a playful smile. It took only four or five seconds to take out his wallet and pay, but it was enough for the two experts to judge that he was a lamb, neither too fat nor too thin. Zhao Heng showed a faint sneer; the world without thieves in TV shows was always a myth. In reality, human hearts were often more treacherous.

The waitress quickly brought the food, and Zhao Heng, looking at his hands that had been flipping through books, got up and walked to the restroom outside the dining car. As he walked about four or five meters, the two unremarkable men exchanged glances and followed him. The waitress glanced at them, showing a sympathetic look but saying nothing.

Clearly, they already knew who he was!

As Zhao Heng stepped into the five-square-meter restroom and turned on the tap, the two men blocked his way from behind, one on each side. One of them spoke clearly and concisely: "Brother, we're a bit short on cash lately and need to borrow some money from you. Not much, just leave 100 yuan for food, and the rest can be lent to us."

The other man coldly added: "We have knives, and we hope for a pleasant cooperation."

The train dining car's restroom was set in a narrow corner outside, and apart from the few diners who needed to use it, almost no one came. It wasn't dinner time yet, so the two pickpockets were very calm and composed. One of them even leaned against the door, playing with a knife, revealing his aggressive nature.

"Hand over your money and phone."

A man who was half a head shorter than Zhao Heng stepped forward menacingly. His head was triangular, resembling a snake's head that Lu Meng had once snapped. He coldly repeated to the overly calm Zhao Heng: "You make it easy for us, and we'll make it easy for you. Break the bank, and avoid trouble! Don't force us to use the knife, it will hurt feelings."

"Alright! Here you go!"

Zhao Heng glanced at the two thin but vicious men in the mirror, washed his hands leisurely, and then slowly dried them with a paper towel. The man who spoke first frowned, clearly surprised by Zhao Heng's nonchalance, and then shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up! I have work to do."

The other man also waved his knife: "Don't refuse the offer and end up with the punishment!"

Zhao Heng exhaled, threw the paper towel into the air, and the two men's eyes involuntarily followed it. At that moment, Zhao Heng reached out, grabbed the wrist of the man holding the knife with the precision of a striking snake, and twisted it. With a crack! The man holding the knife let out a scream as his wrist was mercilessly broken by Zhao Heng.

"Ah!"

As the man holding the knife knelt and screamed, Zhao Heng kicked him to the door, blocking the way. Then, he grabbed the collar of the man trying to run and pulled him forcefully. Before the man could even cry out, Zhao Heng slammed him against the tiled sink with a loud thud that echoed throughout the restroom.

In the next second, Zhao Heng kicked each of them again.

Zhao Heng's strength was immense, so much so that the two men couldn't struggle or fight back. As they wailed in pain, Zhao Heng picked up the sharp knife, a faint smirk on his face. With a swift motion, he cut their clothes off, as easily and quickly as peeling a snake's skin. The two men were left as naked as eggs.

"Smash!"

A pair of glasses was directly stepped on by Zhao Heng, the fragments shattering under his shoes.

The cries of the two thugs abruptly stopped, fearing their mouths would be stepped on!

In their angry expressions, Zhao Heng bent down.

Three thousand yuan in cash, two men's watches, a gold necklace, and a ring were all taken by Zhao Heng and put into his pocket. Even a few coins were dug out of their pockets, and one of their phones was crushed under Zhao Heng's foot. Finally, Zhao Heng opened the window and threw their clothes out.

"You... you'll have a bad end!"

The young man with the broken wrist shouted at Zhao Heng as he walked away:

"You'll regret it, you'll regret it!"

The other man, his face half bruised and blood dripping from his nose, also called out, looking at the damaged restroom door and the empty corridor: "Help! Thieves! Beating people, robbing money, watches, and even shoes! This is too much..."

They shouted a few times and quickly retreated, realizing they were naked.

Zhao Heng ignored their shouts and didn't run away. He walked back into the dining car, and the waitress, seeing him return, was taken aback, seemingly surprised that he was unharmed. As Zhao Heng walked to his seat, he was also surprised to find a beautiful girl sitting there, exuding an aggressive beauty.

A young girl in a pink shirt and loose jeans, with long hair cascading down her shoulders, radiating an unmistakable air of a wealthy young lady. Her cute sneakers did nothing to detract from her tall and slender figure. At 170 cm, she could make any average-height man feel inferior, no matter what kind of flat shoes she wore.

Zhao Heng, though not feeling inferior, was taken aback:

Because the set meal he had ordered was being nervously eaten by the beautiful girl.

What kind of world is this?

PS: Please vote and add to your collection.

{PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}