Chapter 82

"Brother Niu, what kind of nonsense is this kid talking?"

The punk with the yellow hair whispered to the fat man, who was an old hand. With the fat man by his side, the punk felt much bolder.

"Since it’s nonsense, who cares!" The fat man snorted, clearly not understanding what Qin Lang meant, but he wasn’t going to give up on this deal just because of Qin Lang’s “nonsense.” He took out a silver lighter and tapped it lightly on the small table in front of him. "Kid, you actually dared to take my brother’s seat. Looks like you’re looking for trouble!"

"Since you say I took your seat, show me your ticket," Luo Bin, who was next to Qin Lang, said. She wasn’t the type of girl who was just a pretty face; she was just buying some time.

The fat man ignored Luo Bin and just stared at Qin Lang, fiddling with the lighter in his hand, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Kid, what do you think? Do you want to play the hero and save the damsel, or do you want to get lost?"

"I’m thinking that you two aren’t real gangsters, yet you dare to mess with real gangsters," Qin Lang’s tone showed his disdain for the two. These guys couldn’t even understand the simplest gangster lingo, clearly not real gangsters. In the eyes of real gangsters, they were just nobodies.

This gangster lingo, of course, was taught to Qin Lang by Old Toxin. When traveling, if it wasn’t necessary, one wouldn’t want to make enemies with other gangsters, so they could communicate using gangster slang, letting both sides know each other’s background without others around knowing what they were talking about.

However, the current underworld was already in chaos. Many low-level thugs were also getting involved, making the underworld a mess. These thugs were incredibly bold, even daring to mess with real gangsters.

"Before Brother Niu, you still dare to act all mysterious!" With the fat man backing him up, the punk with the yellow hair seemed bolder. "Kid! This is your last chance. If you don’t want to lose a few parts, get lost!"

How could Qin Lang be intimidated by amateurs? A look of disdain appeared on his face, and he snorted. "Just the two of you? Yellow Hair, does your hand itch?"

Qin Lang had already made up his mind. If these two didn’t give up today, he would teach them a lesson to show them that “the pot is made of iron.” Besides, the punk with the yellow hair had patted Qin Lang’s head earlier. Did he really think Qin Lang’s head was that easy to pat?

The punk with the yellow hair didn’t understand what Qin Lang meant, but after hearing Qin Lang’s words, he really felt his right hand start to itch, and it got worse and worse. No matter how he scratched, it didn’t help, as if thousands of ants were crawling under his skin.

"Kunzi, what the hell are you doing!" The fat man was clearly unhappy with the punk scratching in front of him.

"It’s not... Brother Niu! My hand... really itches!" the punk explained.

"Can’t you just bear it?" The fat man snorted, clearly dissatisfied.

"I’m afraid he can’t bear it," Qin Lang’s gaze fell on the fat man’s hand, and he spoke in the tone of an old gangster. "People with three hands often have itchy hands. I know you’re itchy too, but you’d better not play with your lighter in front of us, or you might get burned!"

The fat man’s eyes finally showed a serious expression because Qin Lang had seen through his trick. The lighter in the fat man’s hand contained a hallucinogen, a necessary tool for “doing business” on the train. Just sitting next to the target and lighting a cigarette or using the lighter was enough to make the target fall asleep, making it easy for them to steal.

People who hadn’t encountered these low-down tactics before would think they were “possessed” after being robbed on the train, feeling dazed and confused as their belongings were taken away.

That’s why the punk with the yellow hair had wanted to take Qin Lang’s seat, as it was the best position for their scheme.

But Qin Lang had already seen through the fat man’s trick, which meant the fat man would have a hard time getting what he wanted.

Ding! Ding!~

Suddenly, the phone in Luo Bin’s hand rang, signaling a text message.

Qin Lang and Luo Bin seemed to be momentarily distracted.

For the fat man, this was a golden opportunity. He skillfully brought the lighter in front of Qin Lang and Luo Bin. As the lighter lid snapped open, a pale blue flame burst out.

Qin Lang quickly covered Luo Bin’s mouth and nose. When his palm touched her soft, fragrant lips, he felt as if his hand was drunk, the soft and warm sensation being the best he had ever felt!

Perhaps the sensation was too good, and Qin Lang seemed to forget to cover his own mouth and nose.

The fat man felt he had succeeded, put away the lighter, and smiled smugly. "Young man, you’re still too green!"

The fat man was so skilled at this that he knew the kid would fall asleep within ten seconds. Without this kid causing trouble, the jade Buddha around the girl’s neck would be his.

"Is that so?"

To the fat man’s surprise, Qin Lang didn’t fall asleep. Instead, he grabbed the fat man’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze, then sneered. "Fat man, you picked the wrong target!"

As he spoke, Qin Lang released his hand from Luo Bin’s mouth and nose. The hallucinogen from the fat man’s lighter was potent but also highly volatile. Since Qin Lang had covered Luo Bin’s mouth and nose in time, she was fine, except for the redness on her face from holding her breath, which made her look even more beautiful. Qin Lang was momentarily stunned by her appearance.

The fat man was still waiting, expecting Qin Lang to fall asleep. He had clearly seen Qin Lang “fall for it.”

The fat man was very confident in the hallucinogen in his lighter.

"Just a few more seconds, at most ten seconds! This kid will definitely be out cold like a dead pig!" the fat man thought to himself.

So, the fat man smiled smugly, but his smile soon froze, turning into surprise and panic as Qin Lang didn’t fall for it and was instead looking at him mockingly.

"Brother Niu... your hand—"

The punk with the yellow hair suddenly cried out, as he noticed the fat man’s hand, which Qin Lang had touched, was now red and swollen, looking as if it had been stung by a hornet. However, it shouldn’t hurt if stung by a hornet, but the fat man only felt a slight tingling.

So, the fat man couldn’t help but scratch his hand.

Scratching didn’t help; it only made it worse. The fat man felt his hand getting itchier, and he couldn’t resist the urge to scratch more, making it even itchier.

Similarly, the punk with the yellow hair was also scratching frantically. Both felt something was wrong, so the fat man quickly took the punk and fled. They needed to find a place to disinfect their hands and get rid of the itching before dealing with Qin Lang and the girl.

After all, they were on a train, and these two kids couldn’t escape!

"I’ll deal with you later!"

As they fled, the fat man didn’t forget to throw a threat at Qin Lang.

Qin Lang smiled lightly. He didn’t take the fat man, an amateur gangster, seriously and snorted, "Brat, I’ll be waiting for you here!"

The fat man, hearing this, wanted to deal with Qin Lang but couldn’t because his hand was still itching. He had to leave temporarily and planned to settle the score with Qin Lang later.