There's something wrong with me

Chapter 78: 'Fellow Travelers' (5.4)

The visibility in the rain wasn't very good.

But a large, living person was standing in the middle of the road, waving.

With the help of the headlights, Zhang Feng could still see him.

"Could it be a robbery?"

Xiao Lin also saw the man waving dozens of meters away.

"If it is, we can't avoid it..."

Zhang Feng steadied the steering wheel with one hand and pulled the steel pipe under the seat out a bit with the other.

"If it's a robbery, there must be others nearby, scattering nails or something ahead.

So, since we can't avoid it, let's use this person as a hostage first.

Assuming he's a robber."

Zhang Feng had been in the underworld for many years and knew that the bandits on the roads these days were ruthless, but not as reckless as the desperados on the border, who would open fire even if their companions were in someone else's hands.

If they were that powerful, they wouldn't be robbing.

They would directly go to the border to burn, kill, and loot, and then extort drug lords, which would be faster money.

"Use him as a hostage..." Xiao Lin felt a bit estranged from Zhang Ge upon hearing such violent words.

He didn't seem like the honest and simple person he had been on the road.

But if they really encountered danger, Xiao Lin knew this was the best way.

"I'll listen to Zhang Ge..." Xiao Lin also pulled out a steel pipe from under the seat and gripped it tightly with both hands.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, "Put it down, don't hold it up."

"Why?" Xiao Lin asked, then guessed to himself: "Is Zhang Ge afraid they'll be prepared if they see it?"

"It's not because I'm afraid of being seen by others," Zhang Feng kept his eyes on the person ahead, the distance getting closer and closer, "but because there might be a pit ahead, or a sudden stop.

Before others hit you, you'll hit yourself first."

"Uh..." Xiao Lin understood and then put down the steel pipe.

Whoosh—

Then, under Xiao Lin's somewhat nervous gaze, Zhang Feng stopped the car ten meters in front of the man.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The soaking wet man repeatedly clasped his hands in the air, then walked towards Zhang Feng.

But at the same time.

Zhang Feng looked at his walking steps and realized this person was a minor expert!

His martial arts should be slightly weaker than the drug dealer.

'So it really is a level 2 world, you can encounter people with martial arts foundations everywhere.'

Zhang Feng wasn't too flustered.

There was a steel pipe under the seat, plus his overclocked burst.

Even if the drug dealer came, this pipe would knock him out, and he would collapse faster and more directly than before.

But looking at this man's appearance, slightly chubby and with a friendly face, and wearing ordinary sportswear for this era.

Zhang Feng observed him for a few moments and felt that he didn't fit the temperament of a robbery boss.

Instead, he really looked like a hitchhiking 'drenched martial artist'.

Then, when the man walked to the front of the car.

"Get in from the passenger seat," Zhang Feng told him to get in from the passenger seat.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at Xiao Lin, who was a little nervous, "You and the steel pipe go to the back and hide under the seat."

"Okay..." Xiao Lin nimbly went over and put the steel pipe under his feet.

"Please excuse me, please excuse me," the man came to the passenger seat, and after seeing the door open, he didn't get in immediately, but neatly and without embarrassment took off all his wet clothes.

In a few short seconds, he was only left with big red underpants.

Afterward, he grabbed the wet clothes in his hand before stepping onto the car.

"I'm sorry," he didn't sit on the seat, but instead wrung the water out of his underpants at the door, asking:

"Do you have a rag and plastic bag? I'll put them on the seat, my underpants are also wet.

It's hard to wring them dry, and it would be bad if I got your seat wet."

He said, then smiled and said: "Master kindly gave me a ride, I can't just sit down without thinking, that's not something a big man should do."

"Pfft..." Xiao Lin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the man's embarrassed appearance and sincere words.

"Sit down, it's inconvenient when you're out," Zhang Feng took out a towel, "Don't put anything down, wipe your body and hair, it's autumn, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, Master," the man took the towel, wiped himself slightly, then took out his clothes and stretched them out of the car to wring them one by one.

He wrung the clothes just like an ordinary person.

Zhang Feng glanced at it and couldn't tell how much strength he had, because with the loose material of this kind of sportswear, ordinary people could wring it to the end one by one.

"Sorry for the trouble, Master," the man sat down on the seat after wringing out his clothes.

But his butt didn't touch it, he was in a horse stance.

One was to practice, and the other was because he was afraid of wetting the good-hearted Master's car seat.

'This person is quite particular,' Zhang Feng judged that he was doing a stance after seeing the muscles in his thighs and calves bulge.

"My name is Zhang Feng," Zhang Feng liked dealing with this kind of person, so he gave his name first.

"Brother Zhang," the man saw that Zhang Feng was much older than him, "I'm Tian Changxu, call me Tianzi, Lao Tian, anything is fine."

He said, then familiarly looked at Xiao Lin in the back seat, "Brother, what's your name?"

"I..." Xiao Lin was about to lean forward politely to reply.

Rattle—

As he stood up, the steel pipe under his feet rolled out.

Then Xiao Lin smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Feng didn't speak and felt that this Lao Tian seemed like an old Jianghu figure, so he should also understand what it means to be wary of others.

"Whoa!" Lao Tian heard the rattling sound of the steel pipe rolling and happily said: "Thank you, Brother and this little brother, for welcoming me with gongs and drums, I'm flattered, I'm flattered."

He said jokingly, handing the steel pipe back to Xiao Lin.

"Brother Tian! My name is Lin Jinggui!" Xiao Lin's nervousness disappeared, and instead he found this big brother quite interesting, he spoke so well.

"Everyone sit tight," Zhang Feng shifted gears again, and after stepping on the accelerator, he looked ahead and asked: "Lao Tian, where are you going?"

"It's up to Brother Zhang," Lao Tian kept his horse stance, "Just drop me off at any town we pass by."

"We're going to Meng City, Qing Province," Xiao Lin was honest and revealed everything, "Brother Tian, where are you going?"

"Qing Province?" Lao Tian pondered for a moment,

'Qing Province isn't far from here, it'll be quick for me to turn back.

Now this brother and this little brother are kindly giving me a ride, and I lost my wallet while looking for the mission target, so I can't pay for the ride.

And this brother and little brother didn't mention money.

Although they are native characters, and I won't contact these natives after I leave this world.

But I'm not in a hurry now, so I might as well protect them on their delivery trip to repay the favor of the ride, so as not to get tangled in my heart.'

"I'm also going to Qing Province," Lao Tian said with a smile after thinking it over, "We three brothers are fellow travelers!"

"This is fate!" Xiao Lin sat in the middle of the long chair, holding the seats of the front passenger and driver, "When we get to Qing Province, I'll treat you two big brothers to dinner."

"That would be great," Lao Tian said with a big laugh: "I just lost my wallet, and I didn't know how to say it, but since Little Brother said it, I'll just say it, I don't have money to eat now haha."

"Haha..." Xiao Lin was a second-generation factory owner and didn't care about the small amount of money, but was amused by Lao Tian's words.

'This person really says everything,' Zhang Feng was silently driving, and occasionally looked at these two brothers who kept chatting.

It would be interesting if they could meet in his car and become good friends.

It's just that he and they are not fellow travelers.

"By the way, I can also drive," Lao Tian said at this time: "Although I only drive small cars, I think big cars and small cars are about the same.

If Brother Zhang is tired from driving, if you trust me, I'll take over.

My underpants are almost dry, and I won't wet your throne."

...

Morning, seven o'clock.

The rain had stopped.

Zhang Feng woke up from the passenger seat, and after moving a little, good heavens, he was sore all over.

'It rained all night yesterday, and I didn't rest well, my muscles and bones are cold.'

Zhang Feng moved his hands and feet and looked at Lao Tian, who was sleeping in the driver's seat.

And yesterday around twelve o'clock.

Zhang Feng was tired and trusted this particular Lao Tian, so he let him take over, and after driving for a few minutes, he almost drove into the ditch.

This was completely without skill, just relying on trust between friends.

Then, the car stopped by the side of the road, let's all sleep.

"Where is this..."

At this moment, Lao Tian felt Zhang Feng moving, and the vibration of the seat woke him up from his dazed sleep.

Even now, he was still wearing big underpants, and his clothes were in his arms.

"I'll drive," Zhang Feng signaled to switch seats after feeling that the soreness had lessened a lot after stretching his muscles.

"Or should I try again?" Lao Tian held onto the mindset of wanting to repay the kindness and didn't get up immediately, "It rained yesterday, and I couldn't see the road clearly.

But now the weather is good, I think I can try again."

...

In the end.

Zhang Feng didn't let him try.

Zhang Feng still liked to hold the steering wheel of fate in his own hands.

"Let me tell you."

On the way afterward, Lao Tian was talking about things to eat.

His cooking skills must be good, he spoke methodically.

Anyway, Zhang Feng was hungry listening.

At noon, they stopped at a suburban restaurant to eat.

Zhang Feng ate heartily.

'This native brother is really honest,' Lao Tian wanted to laugh when he saw Zhang Feng eating with his head down.

"Hey," Xiao Lin answered a phone call, it was from his dad.

Zhang Feng ignored him and continued eating.

"Brother Zhang, looking at you, you're not fat," Lao Tian had a chicken leg in each hand, "I didn't expect you to be such a big eater."

"Physical work," Zhang Feng said casually, "I didn't eat this morning either."

"You've really worked hard." Old Tian looked at the chicken leg in his hand and gave the larger one to Zhang Feng. "Brother Zhang."

"Okay." Zhang Feng took it and began to eat.

"Brother Zhang." At that moment, Xiao Lin finished his phone call and said happily to Zhang Feng, "When we get to Meng City, we'll have to pick up another batch of appliances being returned to the factory for repairs.

We won't have to wait for a return trip, and Brother Zhang will earn double the freight money."

"It's definitely a good thing for Brother Zhang to make money." Old Tian looked at Xiao Lin in surprise. "But you, kid, are you lacking a brain? So many appliances from your house are being returned to the factory. What are you so happy about?"

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...

Evening.

Destination: Meng City.

Outside a store that sells home appliances.

Zhang Feng was selecting dishes at a skewers stall, preparing to eat his third vegetable-filled baked bun.

Five meters away.

"Little brother." Old Tian ate his vegetable-filled baked bun while looking at Xiao Lin, who was also eating one. "Aren't you going back?"

"I'm not going back." Xiao Lin was very helpless and didn't want to part with his two older brothers, but he couldn't disobey his father's orders, so he could only lament, "My dad wants me to watch the store here and learn from the old manager."

"Your dad has a new plan every day." Old Tian's mouth was full of spicy sauce. "Yesterday, he wanted you to take the payment back with you. Today, he wants you to transfer it, and then he wants Brother Zhang to return to the factory.

No, he wants Brother Zhang to take the goods back to the factory.

And now he wants you to stay at the store?

Aren't you going to resist your dad's nonsense?"

"I..." Xiao Lin didn't know how to respond and regretted not keeping his mouth shut, telling them everything.

"Haha." Old Tian was amused by his speechless expression. "It's good to be tempered. Your dad probably thinks you're clueless, so he temporarily arranged a tempering job for you.

The store has a lot of contact with customers, which is good for training."

"It's definitely a good thing." Zhang Feng came over with his baked bun. "A few days ago, you were still Factory Director Xiao Lin, but now you're the real Boss Lin.

Has it only been two days?"

"One should look at him with new eyes after being separated for only three days." Old Tian shook his head and looked at Zhang Feng. "Shall we go then? Brother Zhang?"

...

That night.

After going to several stores and loading all the appliances being returned to the factory onto the truck.

Zhang Feng drove the truck with Old Tian, heading back on the road.

Until 11 p.m.

Suburban highway.

Zhang Feng was still driving.

"It's pretty quiet."

At that moment, Old Tian was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a few DVD discs in his hand. "With Xiao Lin gone, the road isn't as lively."

"I only heard you two talking on the delivery trip." Zhang Feng looked ahead. "Now that there's one less chatterbox, it's definitely a lot quieter."

"It's not like we have anything else to do." Old Tian yawned. "Brother, why don't we just stop here?"

This place was only a hundred or so miles from where they had met Old Tian.

Zhang Feng thought he wanted to get out here, so he stopped the car.

"Why are you getting out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"I didn't say I was getting out." Old Tian shook his head when he realized Zhang Feng had misunderstood. "I heard that there are a lot of highway robbers ahead. Even if you stop at a service area, there are still gas thieves stealing from your tank.

It's better to just set up camp here in the wilderness.

Ordinary gas thieves wouldn't think of robbing on the side of the road."

"That's true." Zhang Feng didn't expect Old Tian to know so much. "But some people don't choose to steal where there are a lot of cars. Instead, they rob on the side of the road."

"There's nothing we can do about that." Old Tian sighed helplessly. "When you're out, if someone insists on stealing from you, there's no way to defend against it.

Even if you sleep on the gas tank, they'll still force you down with a knife and rob you."

"There's really nothing we can do." Zhang Feng reclined his seat a little. "You sleep in the back. I don't think you slept well yesterday. You've been dozing off several times today."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" Old Tian knew that Brother Zhang was honest, so he didn't say much and happily lay down in the back.

Zhang Feng shook his head and leaned back in his seat, falling asleep.

...

Swish, swish—

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Zhang Feng suddenly heard noises outside the car.

'Someone is around my car.'

Zhang Feng opened his eyes and was about to get up to check the rearview mirror.

"Brother Zhang." Old Tian also woke up at the same time and quickly reached out, making a 'shh' gesture.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "There's someone behind the car."

"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded and then opened the car door to Old Tian's surprise.

Tap—

Zhang Feng jumped to the ground and looked behind the car.

Right now, there were three people stealing gas, and a license plate-less van was parked next to them.

At the same time, with the sound of Zhang Feng jumping down.

Old Tian followed closely behind.

The three gas thieves were first startled, then stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhang Feng below the car door.

"I'll give you two choices!" One of the gas thieves saw that the two drivers in the car were awake, but he wasn't afraid. Instead, he picked up a steel pipe from the oil drum and said fiercely, "One, get back in your car!

Two, don't blame me for not warning you if you end up missing an arm or a leg!"

"There are two choices?" Zhang Feng also raised his hand and pulled out the steel pipe from behind the seat. "Then I'll give you two choices too.

One, return the gas to me and then turn yourselves in.

Two..."

Zhang Feng stretched his wrist. "Each of you leaves behind two arms, and we'll call it even."

'Damn!' Old Tian, who had just gotten out of the car, was momentarily impressed by Brother Zhang's domineering words.

Even if Brother Zhang was beaten to the ground later, he still thought Brother Zhang had a lot of presence.

"Brother, you should step back a little." Old Tian thought to himself, but he wouldn't really let the kind-hearted brother get beaten up.

At that moment, he stepped forward and, using a Sanda technique, quickly took down the three gas thieves in front of him.

One of the strong men was even hit by Old Tian so hard that he was dizzy. He couldn't even stand steadily.

Zhang Feng watched from the side, twirling the steel pipe. He estimated that Old Tian's physique should be around 29.

Although his martial arts were not as good as the drug dealer's, his physique was better.

At the same time.

After Old Tian knocked down the three gas thieves, he asked, "Although I'm going to send you to the police station, who is Brother Qi before I do that? Tell me."

'Brother Qi?' Zhang Feng glanced at Old Tian, surprised that Old Tian seemed to know this group of people.

Or was the person Old Tian said he was looking for them?

"You know Brother Qi too..." At this time, one of the gas thieves spoke, somewhat frightened and tentatively. "We just follow Brother Qi. Who are you following?"

"Damn it! Who cares who he's following!" Another young man glared at Zhang Feng and the other two. "Send us to the police station?"

He looked at Zhang Feng's license plate.

"I've remembered your license plate number! When I get out, I'm going to kill you!"

"You two better let us go." The strong man, who was dizzy from being hit, glared at Zhang Feng and the other two. "Otherwise, you can weigh the consequences yourself and think about your families."

The strong man said, looking at Zhang Feng again, "Old man, do you have daughters and children? It's okay if you don't say, I know your license plate number. We'll find out ourselves later."

After he said this, Zhang Feng looked at him and walked closer to him with the steel pipe.

"Kill us? And threaten us?" Old Tian laughed. "I originally wanted to ask where Brother Qi was and then send you to the authorities because I felt that your crimes didn't deserve death.

I was even afraid that my brother would say I was inhumane. I'm actually a good person.

But now that I think about it, it seems like you're the ones who don't know how to be grateful."

As he said that, Old Tian smiled and looked at Zhang Feng, who was walking over. "Brother, why don't you drive back first?

I have something to take care of.

I'll find you for a drink when I'm done."

'He wants to kill these people?' Zhang Feng didn't expect Old Tian to be so righteous, taking care of things for him, and so bold. He said, "Together."

"Brother Zhang, do you know what I'm going to do?" Old Tian looked at Zhang Feng seriously for once. "I'm not the same as you. You better not get involved in these things."

Zhang Feng didn't say anything, but under the gazes of several gas thieves, he suddenly swung the steel pipe and smashed it hard into the strong man's temple!

With a soft cracking sound, the side of his eye socket caved in, his eyeball was bloodshot, and he fell straight to the ground.

"He dares to kill people..."

"Third brother is dead..." The remaining two gas thieves were stunned.

What the hell?' Old Tian didn't expect this honest-looking brother to be so decisive, killing as soon as he said he would. He was stunned for a moment.

"Old Tian, you and I are on the same path now."

Zhang Feng calmly retracted the steel pipe and looked at the stunned Old Tian. "So, let's not talk nonsense and ask people to do things."

As he said that, Zhang Feng looked at the two gas thieves who were in a daze. "Tell me, where is Brother Qi?"

"I...I..." The young man who had been spouting harsh words was trembling, unable to say a single word.

Bang!

Zhang Feng swung again, breaking his neck, and looked at the last person, whose trouser legs were already wet. "Where is he?"

"West...West Ring..." He was somewhat dazed. "I know his oil factory..."

"Good." Zhang Feng looked at the completely stunned Old Tian. "We've asked the person, so now there's only business left to discuss."