11: Chapter 6 Inverted High-Speed Rail_3 11: Chapter 6 Inverted High-Speed Rail_3 And so, the carriage continued on its way, and at noon, after a brief stop at a station, it was back on the road again.
By 1 p.m., as they were driving along, suddenly…
“Ouch, Brother Sun, my stomach hurts all of a sudden, what should I do?” Huang Donglai had always had a weak stomach, often needing to go number two more than three times a day, and now he felt it coming on again.
“What can I do about it?” said Sun Yixie with disdain, but then he turned around to speak with the driver, and after a moment he came back and said, “The coachman said that the schedule is tight, we can’t stop on a whim, otherwise we won’t make it to the city before dark and everyone on this carriage will be locked out of the city gates, he can’t afford that responsibility.”
“How much longer until the next station?” Huang Donglai asked again.
“Still a long way off,” Sun Yixie said.
“He said if you really can’t hold it, just jump off the cart and deal with it quickly in the woods by the roadside, and then figure out how to catch up on your own.”
Huang Donglai was truly in a hurry.
He thought for a moment: “That works…
I’m pretty good at Qinggong, I should be able to catch up, but can you do it, Brother Sun?”
“Huh?” Sun Yixie was taken aback.
“What does that have to do with me?
Why should I go with you?”
“You help me keep a lookout,” Huang Donglai said.
“What if I get attacked and chopped to death by highway robbers while I’m halfway through?”
“Then you go die!” Sun Yixie’s voice even went shrill as he responded.
This exchange, which might seem like something middle school students, no, elementary school students would have in terms of inviting each other to the restroom, was utterly natural between them.
“Damn!
Are we brothers or not?
Just say it!” Huang Donglai urged, “Hurry up, I can’t take it much longer.”
“Alright, alright,” Sun Yixie, seeing that quite a few people in the carriage were already holding back laughter, felt embarrassed to remain alone, so he picked up the trident that was lying across on the floor and got up.
“I’m coming, I’m coming…”
The carriage of the High-speed Train Gang was specifically for passengers, the carriage was narrow and wide, pulled by four horses, and didn’t move very fast, by today’s standards it was probably about 20 kilometers per hour, so it wasn’t too difficult to get off even while it was in motion.
Soon, Huang and Sun jumped off one after another, and as soon as Huang Donglai hit the ground, he ran like the wind toward the woods by the roadside, already unbuckling his trousers as he ran.
Sun Yixie watched the figure disappear and burst into laughter, casually carrying the trident and following after.
Seeing Brother Huang’s miserable state, he suddenly felt the indignity he had felt earlier diminish considerably.
Although Sun Yixie was supposed to be on the lookout, he didn’t stand too close: one reason was there was no need, and secondly, he felt he could smell something foul even standing several yards away because of psychological effects.
While he waited for Huang Donglai to finish, out of the blue, a figure staggered out from the woods across the road and fell to the ground with a plop; perhaps because she was already exhausted from running, she did not even groan upon falling, but simply lay there struggling to breathe.
Sun Yixie took a closer look and realized it was a woman, probably around twenty years old, dressed like a country girl, not remarkably beautiful, but still somewhat attractive.
Just as Sun Yixie hesitated about whether or not to help her, to his surprise, seconds later two more figures chased out of the woods behind the girl, this time…
two men in blue shirts and black pants, steel knives in hand.
“Hmph…
I told you to run!” one of them, seeing the country girl fall, immediately showed a fierce smile, taking big strides over to her, reaching out to grab her hair.
“Hold it!” At that moment, Sun Yixie had already crossed from the other side of the road, rushing over.
With a trident in hand, he stood proudly, his shout carrying an imposing air.
“In broad daylight, in this open land, what do you plan to do to a defenseless woman?” Sun Yixie deliberately raised his voice loud, mainly to alert Huang Donglai in the distance.
Even if Huang Donglai didn’t hear, if a passerby did, it would give him more confidence.
“Huh?” The two men wielding steel knives were just ordinary thugs, and they were somewhat intimidated by Sun Yixie’s shout.
Glancing up, seeing a young man around seventeen or eighteen with distinctive eyebrows, wielding a peculiar weapon, their first thought was…
this guy was no ordinary fellow.
Anyone with a bit of experience in the Jianghu understands that the people who use unusual and rare weapons are almost never those with poor Kung Fu skills.
Just like how beginners start with the basic dribbling and passing in basketball, those who learn weapons also start with commonly used ones like knives, spears, clubs, and sticks, and only after they have a solid foundation do they move on to train with special weapons.
“Kid, I advise you not to meddle in others’ business,” after a short standoff, one of the henchmen voiced a standard thug-like line, “We’re from Zouma Village, you don’t want to mess with us.”
“Zouma Village?” Sun Yixie repeated the name he’d heard for the first time, sneering, “Hah…
A bunch of bandits, huh?”
In that moment, he saw the uncertainty in the eyes of his opponents and began to bluff.
“Is there anyone in the Hangzhou region Sun Yixie can’t handle?” Sun Yixie boasted arrogantly, “Tell me!
Who is your gang leader?
How many men do you have?
Where do you operate?
Spill it all out, let’s hear it.
Trying to fight with me?
You’re all going to die!”