Chapter Twelve: The Snake Has Its Way

  One move to defeat the enemy!

  Not only were the thugs taken aback, but even Fei Hu, who was smoking a cigarette, almost spat it out. He wasn't incapable of defeating the man on the ground with his martial arts skills, but he couldn't match Zhao Heng's composure and precision. At this moment, Zhao Heng was calmly bending down to brush off the dust from his pant leg.

  "Come!"

  Zhao Heng rolled up his sleeves and shouted in a deep voice: "Come here!"

  Although the restaurant's lighting was a bit dim and the air conditioner's wind wasn't particularly cold, they still saw a flash of sharp knife light in the boy's eyes, like a blade chilled to the bone in icy water, unmatched in its chill. For some reason, Zhao Heng, who had originally been elegant and warm, now had an added hint of ruthless killing intent, making people subconsciously feel their hearts skip a beat.

  "Little brother, I think we can have a talk."

  The Flying Tiger brother, playing the role of Fat Gor with a cigarette in his mouth, said in a low voice, "To prove that he is not too bad at it, he also exerted his strength to make the clothes on his arm suddenly burst open, revealing his thick and muscular arms: 'You just return the money you took away, and apologize to my two brothers.'"

  "Today's matters, all written off!"

  "Talk about it? You're also worthy?"

  Zhao Heng sneered in response, his expression disdainful and arrogant, like a fierce tiger facing a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He raised his leg and strode towards Fei Hu Ge and the others, who were approaching him. For people like them, who were ruthless and took advantage of the weak, he had never shown any pity or sympathy. They were the kind of people who would rob and murder in broad daylight, their hearts must be truly wicked.

  And he also believes that the other side will have a chance to retaliate in the future.

  Du Ziyuan looked at Zhao Heng, who was expressionless, as if he had seen his strong side.

  One step back, another step back.

  When the bodies of eight people were squeezed together in fear, when the submissive and repeatedly requested peaceful intentions revealed in their eyes were brutally rejected by Zhao Heng's rough and barbaric attitude, and his malicious approach continued, it finally triggered a desperate counterattack. Fei Hu Ge's mouth corner quickly pulled back, and he suddenly swung his hand:

  "Up!"

  The sudden low growls and angry roars were like the rumble of thunder, the interplay of light and shadow, combined with the sudden rise of dust and smoke, made the dimly lit dining hall look like a thousand ghosts jumping and dancing at the same time. Occasionally, there were muffled groans and screams, people's shadows fell and flew, and the splashing blood was like raindrops suddenly falling from the air.

  The battle came to an abrupt end just as suddenly, with Fei Hu Ge flying towards the wall like a shooting star after being kicked by Zhao Heng. He was terrified to see Zhao Heng grab one of his companions' head and pull it down violently while lifting his knee to meet him. The sound of the impact between the knee and the head filled Fei Hu's entire world.

  The next second, Zhao Heng threw the bloody-handed thug away and walked in front of Fei Hu Ge, who was almost broken-ribbed. Before the latter could speak, Zhao Heng slapped him with a loud slap, causing two teeth to fall out and his mouth full of blood. Then, he heard Zhao Heng shouting: "Tell me, what do I rely on?"

  Fei Hu Ge didn't dare make a sound, feeling unprecedented shame.

  Zhao Heng slapped him in the face without being polite:

  "Go! Let someone find the thing!"

  As Zhao Heng said, snakes have their own way!

  After witnessing Zhao Heng's ferocity and bloodiness, Fei Hu Ge and the others did not dare to make another move, all of them covering their wounds and becoming subdued. Zhao Heng kept Fei Hu Ge as a hostage and ordered his men to find Du Ziyan's notice within half an hour, otherwise he would knock out one of Fei Hu Ge's teeth every minute.

  Fei Hu's eyes widened as he saw the beer bottle in Zhao Heng's hand, and his body almost collapsed again. He was convinced that if he exceeded the time limit, Zhao Heng would knock out his teeth like cooked corn kernels. So he drove all the pickpockets who followed him out of the restaurant, telling them to find the notice as quickly as possible.

  Seven pickpockets made a swift exit under the stunned gaze of the waiter, while Fei Hu Ge stood frozen in place, not even daring to breathe heavily. Zhao Heng didn't look at him, but instead slowly tapped his fingers on the clock, making Fei Hu Ge feel like half an hour had passed like a rocket for the first time. He wished he could freeze time.

  "Brother, this train is very long, with over a dozen cars."

  His mouth twitched, squeezing out a bitter smile: "You want to find back the lost item isn't impossible, we can find it, but time is not enough, can you be more tolerant for half an hour? I guarantee they will find back your lost things." His forehead was permeated with sparkling sweat, his face full of expectation as he looked at Zhao Heng.

  Zhao Heng didn't say a word, his fingers still tapping away.

  His silent and stern expression was like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

  Du Ziyuan's initial astonishment had turned into admiration, she didn't expect that the man she met by chance would be so powerful and overbearing, making the pickpocket submit to him. So she took out her phone and sent a text message, she wanted to do her best to help Zhao Heng solve the trouble caused by herself.

  As soon as she sent this message, the railway police who had originally come to hear the news were called back halfway by the train conductor in a timely manner. Everyone received clear instructions that they were not allowed to intervene in this matter. This made several iron police officers who had received pickpocketing gifts feel slightly uneasy, and it was clear that they were going to sit back and watch Fei Hu Ge suffer.

  Then, they knew that Fei Hu Ge had kicked an iron plate, and they wanted to inform him but were afraid of getting into trouble themselves. Moreover, under Zhao Heng's intimidation, Fei Hu Ge didn't even dare move. So, the idea of dispersing was put aside, and instead, they temporarily drove away the travelers who were about to eat by using the excuse that the dining hall needed disinfection, in order to avoid embarrassing Fei Hu.

  They all whispered: Who has the ability to suppress Qingbang?

  Ding! A message flooded into Du Ziyuan's phone.

  Zhao Heng slightly tilted his head and glanced at the girl who was reading a message:

  "Are you sending messages to your family?"

  Du Ziyuan smiled faintly: "Mm, I'll report back to Father that everything is fine."

  When he heard the two words "father", a hint of melancholy flashed across Zhao Heng's eyes, and this gentle expression once again made Du Ziyuan feel an inexplicable curiosity. Perhaps it was because of Zhao Heng's earlier display of being crushed that this unintentionally revealed melancholy and desolation seemed even more profound and heart-wrenching.

  Zhao Heng struck her heart like lightning, and for some reason, smelling the scent on Zhao Heng's body, she suddenly had a feeling of returning to her father's side, solid, warm, safe, and with a hint of vicissitudes. She felt that Zhao Heng was full of mystery, and she believed that there must be touching stories on his body.

  "Is this the notice?"

  A pickpocket rushed into the restaurant, half-kneeling on the ground and holding up a red card, just one minute before the deadline. Flying Tiger was so grateful that he almost couldn't control himself from bursting into tears, his teeth were saved, but his gaze quickly turned to Zhao Heng:

  "Is this the notice?"

  "Is it? Ah! You guys really found it back?"

  Du Ziyuan's face showed a hint of uncontainable surprise, clearly not expecting that Zhao Heng had actually found the notice back. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Heng with gratitude. Fei Hu Ge heard this and his legs went soft, fortunately he was supported by his subordinates in time, otherwise he would have really knelt on the ground. Zhao Heng saw the situation and didn't say much, just waved his hand:

  "You can go now."

  "But remember, if you want revenge, find me."

  Zhao Heng pointed at Du Ziyuan: "If you cause trouble for her, you will suffer a fate worse than death."

  "How dare you, how dare you."

  Fei Hu and his men responded to Zhao Heng in unison, with a forced smile and respect, although they indeed had the idea of retaliating tenfold or hundredfold in the future, but at this moment when they were at a disadvantage, they would not be foolish enough to take it head-on, because that would make them suffer even more, let alone Zhao Heng had already seen through their thoughts.

  Fei Hu Ge and his friends quickly left the restaurant, as if being chased by an evil spirit, they didn't dare to look back.

  Under the admiring gaze of the waiter and manager, Zhao Heng was as calm as ever. Du Ziyuan happily put the notice into his pocket, patted it twice, and smiled at Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, thank you, I didn't expect you to be so capable, even things lost on the train can be found, it's less trouble for me."

  "You're welcome!"

  Zhao Heng gently waved his hand: "You should be feeling a bit better now, right?"

  Du Ziyuan nodded and restrained his earlier loss of composure:

  "Great! Let me treat you to dinner!"

  Facing the girl's radiant expression and a hint of admiring gaze, Zhao Heng smiled wryly and shook his head, patting his already 70% full stomach in response: "No need! I just finished a set meal, if I eat more I'll have to crawl back leaning against the wall. Besides, it was just a small effort, don't mind it."

  "Well, in that case, I'll just say thank you again!"

  Du Ziyuan smiled lightly and said, "I'll have to trouble you again in the future."

  "You're welcome."

  "Everyone helps each other."

  Just then, Du Ziyuan's phone suddenly rang loudly.