Under the fist

Chapter 53 Qi and Blood Stir, Killing Intent Arises
The old woman walked slowly, supporting the girl as she swayed with each step, gradually approaching the carriage where Lian Youming was.

As he approached, he greeted the group with a somewhat apologetic expression, "Excuse me, this is my daughter-in-law. She's not feeling well."

Ordinary people couldn't see through the intricacies, so they all gave way, while some asked a couple of questions out of concern.

Watching the girl's puppet-like steps, Lian Youming raised his eyebrows.

It seems we've encountered a "human trafficker," also known as a "human trafficker," but regardless of the terminology, it's a name for human traffickers.

The old lady probably got on the bus with him, abducted him, and immediately fled. It's just unknown whether she got off in Tianjin or continued south.

With a soft chuckle, Lian Youming picked up his bag and followed. He couldn't afford to lose them, otherwise finding them again would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Although it was night, it wasn't too late; some people were asleep, while others were still chatting.

Lian Youming walked and looked around, his face expressionless, glancing around as if looking for a seat, but his eyes were watching the passengers along the way.

It's said that great thieves work alone, while petty thieves work in groups. A human trafficker like this would never commit a crime alone. Judging from the old lady's impressive strength, she's clearly a trained fighter. If that's the case, there are probably accomplices in the car providing cover.

really.

As Lian Youming walked further, he noticed that people were constantly watching him, or more accurately, they were watching the person walking behind the old woman.

These people included men and women, the elderly and children, and pregnant women. Some were dressed in bright colors, while others were dressed simply. Some carried baskets on their backs, while others held newspapers. Some appeared to be fast asleep, but secretly played with short knives in their hands. Children were playing in the aisle, but their eyes kept darting around.

Those who exchanged glances, those who took over, those who concealed their identities, those who did so openly, and those who did it secretly—Lian Youming encountered no fewer than twenty of them along the way.

There were also several women holding children, seemingly coaxing the babies in their swaddling clothes, but despite the noisy environment and the sounds of people drinking and playing drinking games, not a single child could be heard crying.

Lian Youming grew increasingly alarmed as he looked around; it seemed he had stumbled into a den of thieves.

He followed the old lady for three carriages before he saw her helping the girl sit down next to several middle-aged women.

These men were all big and quick; they cut the girl's hair in no time, dressed her in men's clothes, and smeared something on her face, making her look dirty.

After everything was done, there were no girls left, just a young man lying down sleeping.

Even if an ordinary person couldn't tell the difference, Sun Duhe himself probably wouldn't recognize his wife.

Around the old woman, in the rows of seats, six or seven burly men were wrapped in coats and closed their eyes to rest, seemingly dozing off, but their breaths were barely audible, and their hands were tucked into their sleeves, concealing murderous intent.

Lian Youming only glanced at it twice before a figure blocked his view.

"Kid, you'd better not meddle in things that aren't your business, and you'd better not look at things that aren't your business, or you might die without even knowing how you died."

This big man was bald with thinning eyebrows, round eyes, and a high nose. His mouth was greasy, as if he had eaten something. He only had one ear on his head.

At almost the same time, at least four or five pairs of eyes turned to them.

Not only that, but someone had already quietly followed them down the corridor they came from, blocking their escape route.

"Little one, you've been following Grandma all this way? What are you doing here?"

The old woman turned her head and grinned, revealing two rows of missing and rotten teeth. Her smile was fierce, a far cry from her previous kind and gentle demeanor.

Lian Youming remained calm, carrying his bag, and pointed to the mesmerized girl, saying, "I know this girl."

The old woman chuckled strangely, "Girl? What girl? This is clearly a young man."

Lian Youming remained calm and wanted to go over, but was stopped by the one-eared big man.

The old woman said with a forced smile, "Let him come over... I want to see just how many guts this young man has to dare to wade into this mess all by himself."

Lian Youming walked straight to the old woman, glanced at the sleeping girl, and asked with some concern, "Is she alright?"

The old woman squinted and smiled, "This is the pig I personally picked out. How could anything happen to her? She was just drugged and woke up when the time was up. What, is she your lover? Judging from your attire, are you a educated youth returning to the city? You're so well-fed, you must have saved up a lot of money. How about this, I'll sell you this pig for a thousand yuan. Don't think it's expensive. If you send it south, it'll be worth at least two or three thousand. You'll make a fortune." Lian Youming hesitated for a moment, then looked at the group of people surrounding him. "Could you ask them to step back a bit? I'm timid and a little scared."

The one-eared man said in a deep voice, "Grandma, why waste words with him? We've already given ourselves away. We'll find out how much money he has just by searching him."

The old woman scolded, "Have you forgotten where your ear is? How many times have I told you that we need skills in this line of work? You've turned our wheelchair business into a bandit gang. If word gets out, our colleagues will laugh at us."

"From what you're saying, it seems there's a lot of intricacies involved in kidnapping people?"

As the old woman and the one-eared man were talking, Lian Youming smiled and said something. Then he pressed his right hand on the shoulder of a woman nearby, and the woman immediately went limp and slid under the seat.

Looking at the people slowly gathering around from both sides, Lian Youming sat down in his seat, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "Don't rush, don't rush."

As he spoke, he casually grabbed a handful of roasted soybeans from the table, stretched out his fist in front of the old woman, and under her mocking gaze, he rubbed his five fingers together, producing a series of explosive "poof poof poof" sounds from between his fingers.

Four or five seconds later, as she watched the bean powder scattering between the boy's fingers, the old woman with bound feet's smile gradually froze, and her old eyes narrowed into two slits in an instant.

Lian Youming smiled gently and said, "Did you say this was a girl or a boy before? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

He smiled, but a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

"Don't move." The old woman's eyes were sinister. She suddenly raised her hand, signaling the others to calm down, then stared at Lian Youming. "I didn't expect that young brother would have such a skillful technique at such a young age. Since you are a hero of the martial world, I can give you this pig. Consider it making friends. We can go our separate ways and not interfere with each other, okay?"

Lian Youming shook his head.

The old woman frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lian Youming said calmly, "Then I'll put it another way, no."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman spat out a screwdriver from her sleeve, turned around and pressed it against the girl's neck, saying fiercely, "So what if you're from the martial arts sect? Don't think I'm afraid of you."

Lian Youming remained calm and said slowly, "What you're doing doesn't require any skill. Let me put it this way: I'll give you a chance. When you come to the station later, go and turn yourself in. I might spare your lives, but if you make a move, don't blame me for being merciless."

He might tolerate petty theft, but when it comes to kidnapping children and women, he has to deal with these people today, otherwise the consequences will be dire.

Under the dim light, listening to those last four light words and seeing the boy's very serious expression, the old woman narrowed her eyes and slowly removed the screwdriver from her hand.

For no other reason than that Lian Youming's left hand had somehow ended up in his pocket, its protruding shape resembling a pistol, aimed directly at her.

The old woman's face twitched, and she said sternly, "Young man, matters of the martial world are settled within the martial world. We may pass by swords and fists, but we never use guns."

Lian Youming waved to the group, signaling them to move aside, and also shooed the village women to the side.

After checking the girl's breathing and finding no problems, he took his left hand out of his pocket.

Under the light, it was clear that Lian Youming didn't actually have a gun in his hand; he was just making a shooting gesture with his thumb and forefinger.

"Coward!"

Just then, a flight attendant walked over from a distance.

Ignoring the old woman's ashen face, Lian Youming immediately sat up straight, shielding the girl inside. The old woman and her group also returned to their seats, their expressions unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't that Lian Youming didn't want to call the police, but because those infants were still being held by the people across the street, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, these people could jump out of the window and escape, but the children's situation would be in danger.

If someone were to fall like that in a fit of madness, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Moreover, these people might still survive if they call the police...

As the flight attendants walked away, Lian Youming grinned, meeting the fierce, wolf-like gazes of the crew. His smile only revealed his true, malevolent nature; his eyes were filled with undisguised malice, and the red mole between his eyebrows grew even more crimson, as if it had turned into a drop of blood.

His blood and qi were already stirred, and his murderous intent had been aroused.

(End of this chapter)