Chapter Eleven: One Move to Defeat the Enemy

  "This..."

  Zhao Heng wanted to go over and say something, but seeing the girl's tightly furrowed brow and the nearly half-eaten meal, he scattered his thoughts. Since things had come to this point, saying more would be pointless. He turned around and ordered another set meal from the server, then walked over to wait for his food. The girl gave him a slightly guarded glance but didn't say anything.

  It's just an unconscious revelation of self-defense posture.

  The restaurant also has that old song on, a bit too realistic Zhao Heng helplessly:

  Love you, hate you;

  "Do you know that it's like the Yangtze River flowing endlessly?"

  "Even after turning a thousand bays and a thousand shoals, the struggle within has yet to subside."

  The steaming hot dishes were quickly served, and Zhao Heng didn't even acknowledge her, digging in with big mouthfuls of rice. Although his eating manners weren't too unrefined, they couldn't be called elegant either. The refined girl narrowed her eyes and glanced at him, clearly not used to Zhao Heng's coarseness. She picked up the soup and thought about taking a few sips before leaving.

  She had just taken a sip when she discovered that the soup was not what she wanted, so she beckoned to the waiter. In Zhao Heng's slight astonishment, the elegant girl politely said: "Waiter, I remember I ordered seaweed soup, not lean meat soup. Would you please change it for me? Thank you."

  "Miss, your meal is over here."

  The waiter glanced at Zhao Heng and the girl, then quickly scanned the surroundings, pointing to a set meal on the next table with one hand, explaining in a soft voice: "You probably sat at the wrong table after finishing your phone call. I thought you knew this gentleman and would move the meal over to eat together, but..."

  The waiter smiled twice and retreated without saying anything else.

  The delicate girl turned her head and closed her mouth instantly, then revealed a hint of embarrassment that was hard to conceal. Looking at the dinner plate that had been eaten seven or eight times, she looked at the thin meat soup in her hand and hurriedly put down the spoon in her hand, somewhat embarrassed to open her mouth to Zhao Heng: "Sorry, sorry, I was distracted."

  Zhao Heng smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay!"

  The delicate girl, although stunning and slightly arrogant, still apologized due to her good upbringing, "I'm really sorry, I ate your meal and even made you buy an extra portion. I'll pay for the meal, if you'd like, I can also give you that set meal, I haven't touched it yet..."

  "It's okay, I don't need it."

  Zhao Heng stuffed the last mouthful of rice into his mouth, then picked up a paper towel to wipe the corner of his mouth. He swept over the delicate girl who took out her purse but had no change, and smiled lightly: "Unintentional loss! Don't take it too seriously, after all, it's just one meal. You can just treat this meal as a friend treating you."

  "Next time we have the chance to meet again, you can treat me then."

  The elegant girl pinched a thousand yuan, pondered for a moment, and throwing out this note had a bit of a charitable meaning, far less than accepting the other's words. She glanced again at Zhao Heng with clean eyes, didn't see the other's intention to flirt, so she put away her purse and stretched out her white and smooth hand to introduce herself in a generous and confident manner.

  "Du Ziyuan!"

  "Zhao Heng!"

  Two hands lightly clasped and parted, a smile neither too bright nor too faint. Then Zhao Heng saw Du Ziyuan staring at his bag in surprise. Before he could react, Du Ziyuan spoke up: "You're also a new student at Huahai University?" She pointed to his bag and added: "Your admission letter is sticking out."

  Zhao Heng lowered his head and took a look, and indeed saw the notice from Huahai University poking out of the zipper gap. It was obviously opened accidentally when he beat up the two pickpockets just now. He put it back in and nodded slightly: "That's right! Freshman, Economics Department of Huahai University. You asked like this, are you also...?"

  Du Ziyuan's sweet smile moved people's hearts, and she completely relaxed her guard, saying: "What a coincidence? I'm also a freshman in the Economics Department." Then she sighed again, patted her hand and shrugged her shoulders, saying: "Unfortunately, my admission letter was stolen by a pickpocket on the train just now, but fortunately, my wallet survived because it was close to my body."

  "It seems like going to university for registration is going to be a hassle again."

  "Stolen?"

  Du Ziyuan nodded slightly, his face looking more worried and touching: "This is my first time taking the train, so I don't have any experience. When I got on the train, I just bowed my head to find the carriage and seat, and didn't pay attention to the situation around me or the people next to me, so the notice in my bag and a bunch of miscellaneous items were stolen clean."

  The wallet was saved because it was forgotten and left in the handbag.

  Zhao Heng gazed at Du Ziyuan's worried smile, slightly stunned, and only then did he understand why she was so restless. He also understood why the other person had made a mistake with the meal. Looking at the other person's extremely gloomy expression, he knew how troublesome it was to be in this country without documents. Suddenly, he thought of something: "Don't worry, I'll help you find it back."

  "Can you help me get it back?"

  Du Ziyuan's face suddenly changed, and then he smiled faintly: "Thank you."

  She simply thought Zhao Heng was comforting her, after all, finding something from a pickpocket is like looking for a needle in the ocean, and besides, she didn't even know who stole it, how could they possibly find it? However, she still appreciated Zhao Heng's kindness and felt that this friend wasn't bad after all. Meanwhile, Zhao Heng was thinking about those two pickpockets.

  Snakes have their own way!

  Zhao Heng believed that as long as he could find the two robbers from earlier, he would have a chance to find the notice. Before he could even process this thought, a noisy commotion of footsteps came from outside the door, and soon the customers got up and left one after another. The waiter's face also turned tense as he retreated back into the kitchen, holding onto the phone and contemplating whether or not to call the police, but was stopped by the manager.

  The manager had long recognized the origin of these people and knew who was behind them. Not to mention that the railway police had been bribed and couldn't do anything, even if the police wanted to intervene, they were powerless to make a case. These pickpockets were old-timers, and after being detained, they would return home as if nothing had happened.

  "Brother Flying Tiger, it's this little guy."

  Zhao Heng raised his head to look towards the noisy entrance, just as seven or eight men rolled up their sleeves and came over with a menacing air. The crowd parted, and two people with painful expressions walked in, their faces swollen like pig heads, walking with difficulty, one step at a time, but their eyes radiating a resolute and hateful glare.

  "It's this kid."

  Because his front teeth were knocked out, he spoke with a lisp, but it didn't affect the two men's hate-filled accusations. Zhao Heng smiled coldly, and it was indeed the two thugs who had been beaten to the ground in the bathroom, searching for their teeth everywhere. Then, a burly man with a shaved head and tattoos of two flying dragons on his arms walked up from behind.

  With a cigar still clenched between his teeth, he swept Zhao Heng with a cold smile:

  "Little brother, you're quite bold, aren't you?"

  He swept past Zhao Heng, who was calm and unruffled, picked up a cigar and pointed it at the back of his head: "You not only beat them until they were bruised and battered, but also stripped off their clothes and robbed them of their money. This is very bad." He shook his head lightly, and his eyes flashed with cold intent: "This makes me very angry, and the consequences will be severe."

  "They want to rob me of my money."

  "So I just robbed them of their money."

  "Haha, you're quite straightforward."

  Fei Hu's face flashed a ripple, although fleeting but truly existed. He found that Zhao Heng not only sat there unmoved, but his bright black eyes looked at him with an expression of indifference and provocative provocation, as if he had some kind of skill? Fei Hu couldn't help but let out a cold snort:

  "But what for?"

  The men around me also rolled up their sleeves and struck a menacing pose.

  Zhao Heng's face flashed with a hint of mockery, and he pushed his bag behind him, stepping forward alone to confront the eight pickpockets. "What makes you think so?" he shouted. "Do you know that I hate hearing those three words the most? Just because of what you said earlier, I can beat you up until you're searching for your teeth on the ground! And I'm going to ask something from you too!"

  He pointed at Du Ziyuan: "Whoever stole her things, hand them over to me."

  Du Ziyuan wanted to pull Zhao Heng back, but he was already standing in the middle. She didn't know what had happened, but she could see that Feihu's gang was very powerful and the people around them were all furious, with an attitude of wanting to devour Zhao Heng whole. This made her slightly worried: "Zhao Heng, I don't want to notify the book anymore..."

  She didn't want to drag Zhao Heng into the whirlpool because of herself.

  Zhao Heng waved his hand lightly: "Nothing! These few pickpockets are still not in my line of sight."

  "Kid, you're looking for trouble!"

  A man rushed up beside Fei Hu, without saying a word, he threw a punch at Zhao Heng with great force. However, before he could get close to Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng kicked him hard in the waist, sending the attacking man flying backwards and crashing heavily into the restaurant wall, the sound of his bones breaking was loud and clear.

  One move defeats the enemy!