Chapter 7

Hóng Qiūyàn was extremely fierce. Upon hearing these words, she suddenly rushed over, raised her hand, and slapped the pale-faced man. The slap was both fierce and swift, but the pale-faced man was clearly no pushover. His speed in reacting was no less than Hóng Qiūyàn's. He grabbed her wrist in one swift motion, his fingers precisely and ruthlessly seizing her right pulse point. Despite his seemingly weak and scholarly appearance, his hands were extremely powerful, pinching Hóng Qiūyàn so hard that half of her body went numb. In their first confrontation, Hóng Qiūyàn clearly suffered a hidden loss.

Hóng Qiūyàn's left hand instantly swept past the pale-faced man's waist, and the hidden sharp blade in her left hand silently cut through his belt.

The pale-faced man felt a slight chill on his stomach, his face turning even paler. He then felt his belt loosen, and his entire pair of pants dropped to the floor, revealing two pale and thin thighs that looked malnourished. The onlookers around them gasped in unison, with Hán Yíng and Xiè Cǎilíng, the two girls, reacting the most dramatically. They were the closest and, seeing the pale-faced man's pants suddenly drop, quickly covered their eyes and screamed.

The commotion drew the attention of the train police, who looked at them sternly and asked, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Hóng Qiūyàn pointed at the man and said, "He's a pervert! He kept staring at my chest! And he even took off his pants..."

The pale-faced man was extremely embarrassed, his floral underwear exposed. He quickly pulled up his pants and glared at Hóng Qiūyàn with a venomous look, clearly at a disadvantage in their confrontation.

Hóng Qiūyàn was inwardly triumphant but put on an extremely wronged expression. "Comrade police, this man is a pervert. He actually took off his pants in front of us three girls, engaging in indecent and obscene behavior." Hán Yíng and Xiè Cǎilíng, however, seemed somewhat unwilling. When had Hóng Qiūyàn become like a little girl? She was quite good at acting young.

The train police, of course, believed what they saw and glared at the pale-faced man. "Pull up your pants and come with me."

The pale-faced man said, "Comrade police, my pants fell by accident. I really didn't do anything!"

Hóng Qiūyàn pulled Sū Lè to her side. "He can vouch for it!"

Sū Lè hadn't seen what had happened and still didn't understand how the pale-faced man's pants had fallen.

Before Sū Lè could say anything, an old farmer spat and said, "I'll vouch for it. This scoundrel is a pervert. As soon as he got on the train, his eyes were all over the place, not just looking at women but also staring at me, making my skin crawl. Not only did he look, but he also took off his pants and touched himself inside."

The pale-faced man wanted to kill the farmer. This seemingly honest farmer was ruthless when it came to adding insult to injury.

In the most dangerous moment, one is the safest. The reputation of Yī Chuān Hóng was not for nothing. As everyone's attention was on the pale-faced man, Hóng Qiūyàn reached out and placed her hand on the backpack Sū Lè was holding. Her hand seemed to exert no force, but a slight slide would have sliced open Sū Lè's backpack.

Just as Hóng Qiūyàn was about to act, the middle-aged farmer suddenly grabbed her wrist and shouted, "I saw it all. The pale-faced man grabbed this girl's wrist just like that!"

Hóng Qiūyàn was slightly stunned, feeling her wrist about to break. Only then did she realize that the farmer who had been snoring loudly next to Sū Lè was a hidden expert.

Hóng Qiūyàn endured the pain and, not wanting to expose herself in front of the train police, forced a smile. "That's right, this uncle is a good person! There aren't many people who dare to speak the truth these days..." The farmer's hand applied a bit more force, and Hóng Qiūyàn almost cried out in pain.

The middle-aged farmer had no intention of further tormenting Hóng Qiūyàn. He released her wrist and patted Sū Lè's shoulder. "Young man, don't stand there, sit down!"

The train police escorted the pale-faced man away.

Hóng Qiūyàn glared at the middle-aged farmer, but he pretended not to see, yawned, and pulled out two cucumbers from his plastic bag, offering one to Sū Lè. "Young man, do you want to eat?"

Sū Lè smiled. "Uncle, I don't eat fruit."

The middle-aged farmer took a big bite out of the cucumber, his ferocity not less than Hóng Qiūyàn's when she bit a banana. He pointed at Sū Lè's backpack and smiled. "What treasure do you have in there, always holding it so tightly?"

Sū Lè smiled. "It's a habit. I've carried it for over a decade, and it feels reassuring to hold the backpack."

The middle-aged farmer said, "You hold it so tightly, others might think it contains something valuable. Be careful not to attract thieves."

Hán Yíng said, "Anyone who targets him must be a foolish thief. Which thief would be stupid enough to steal from poor students like us?"

Hóng Qiūyàn noticed that Hán Yíng was looking at her, and her heart sank. This girl's gaze was unfriendly! Could she have seen through her plan? Hóng Qiūyàn began to realize that today's mission was not as simple as she had thought. What treasure could be in this boy's backpack that would make Kōng Kōng Mén break the rules and cross the line? What was the middle-aged farmer's purpose? Was he protecting Sū Lè, or did he have the same goal as her? And the two girls across from her, who seemed innocent and carefree, had clearly unfriendly gazes. Hóng Qiūyàn's mood became heavy.

Sū Lè stood up and said to the farmer, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

The farmer stood up to let him pass. Hóng Qiūyàn noticed that when Sū Lè stood up, Hán Yíng and Xiè Cǎilíng's gazes fell on his backpack.

As Sū Lè headed to the restroom, Hán Yíng and Xiè Cǎilíng also stood up, walking in the same direction. Xiè Cǎilíng went to the dining car, while Hán Yíng waited outside the restroom.

The middle-aged farmer yawned and closed his eyes.

Hóng Qiūyàn whispered, "We each have our own path. Who are you, brother?"

The middle-aged farmer crossed his legs and whispered, "Everyone has to pass through my path. Lao Xié is here, tell him I haven't settled the account with him yet."

Hóng Qiūyàn bit her lip, her face turning pale. She suddenly knew who this person was and whispered, "Xíng Yé..."

The middle-aged farmer said, "The two girls are part of He Jūn's group. Help me keep them at bay, and I won't pursue today's matter further."

Hóng Qiūyàn stood up and walked towards the dining car. When she reached the restroom, Sū Lè was just coming out. Hán Yíng was about to follow, but Hóng Qiūyàn reached out and held the restroom door, her arm blocking the space between Hán Yíng and Sū Lè.

Hán Yíng glared at Hóng Qiūyàn and whispered, "Move!" As she spoke, she pushed a palm towards Hóng Qiūyàn's abdomen.

Hóng Qiūyàn also pushed a palm forward, a cold light flashing in her palm, a sharp blade hidden between her fingers.

Hán Yíng did not dodge, but instead met Hóng Qiūyàn's palm head-on. Hóng Qiūyàn felt a severe pain in her arm and stumbled backward. The blade cut through Hán Yíng's palm but did not break her skin. This girl had clearly practiced the powerful Iron Sand Palm.

At this moment, the train police walked over. Hán Yíng, fearing exposure, reached out and pulled Hóng Qiūyàn closer.

Hán Yíng smiled. "Sister, you're so careless."

Hóng Qiūyàn sighed. "This train is really unstable." The two of them performed seamlessly, looking like a pair of intimate sisters.

The train police did not notice anything unusual and walked past them. As soon as the police were out of sight, Hán Yíng pushed open the restroom door and pulled Hóng Qiūyàn inside, striking her neck with a powerful palm. Hán Yíng was very strong, and this palm was a full-force attack. If it hit, Hóng Qiūyàn would lose her ability to resist. Hóng Qiūyàn bent her arm, using her elbow to block Hán Yíng's palm, and a cold light flashed from her right hand as she slashed at Hán Yíng's face. Every girl values her face, and Hán Yíng was no exception. She supported Hóng Qiūyàn's wrist with her left hand. The Iron Sand Palm is an extremely powerful external martial art, and it is rare for a girl to practice it. For Hán Yíng to have reached this level at such a young age was unusual.

Hóng Qiūyàn leaned forward, her body making a powerful movement. She had a sharp blade between her teeth. Although Hán Yíng's martial arts were superior to Hóng Qiūyàn's, she lacked combat experience and did not expect Hóng Qiūyàn to have a hidden blade in her mouth. In the crisis, she pulled her body back an inch, which saved her from a fatal blow.

The blade cut across Hán Yíng's chest, tearing her shirt and exposing a large area of skin. A cut appeared on her skin, and blood flowed from the wound. Hóng Qiūyàn coldly snorted, twisted the door handle, and retreated before Hán Yíng could counterattack.

Xiè Yún'ān saw Hóng Qiūyàn return and whispered, "So quick to succeed?"

Hóng Qiūyàn showed her wrist, which had five clear bruises. "Did you know Xíng Sān is on the train?"

Xiè Yún'ān was shocked, his eyes filled with horror. "Xíng Sān? He's involved in this mess too?"

Hóng Qiūyàn said, "I didn't know he was here. He Jūn's people are also here. Xie Yé, what's in that boy's backpack?"

Xiè Yún'ān gently stroked the emerald on his finger and said solemnly, "Someone is deliberately setting us up to kill each other. Whatever is in his backpack, we're not playing this game anymore."

The octopus hasn't fought on the new book list for a long time. With the new book, I'm ready to fight again. During the new book period, recommendations and collections are crucial. I hope everyone can give me the strength to make the book soar. We have proven our group's strength many times, and I believe we can achieve our goal this time too! Aim for the weekly recommendation list, let's go!

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