Chapter 76: You're in big trouble now

  Caught red-handed while stealing, this young man did not run away, but instead glared fiercely at Xiao Han.

  At this time, Song Jian and the other three had already rushed over. Seeing some people around who were restless, Song Jian understood that this thief was absolutely not just one person.

  "Xiao Han, this pair of scissors is someone's livelihood, return it to him. You can't cut off his career, can you?" Song Jian said.

  Xiao Han looked at Song Jian and took out the clip from his right hand. One side of the clip was very sharp, apparently this thing could also cut open leather bags and handbags.

  Just as he was about to pay back, Ding Jie, who was beside him, was unwilling. He had been living in a wealthy family in Jiangnan since he was a child and had always bullied others. When did it become his turn to be bullied by others?

  Xiao Han encountered danger, Ding Jie secretly rejoiced in his heart. This was an opportunity for a hero to rescue a beauty. Moreover, the other side was just a scrawny little runt, while their own side had five big men.

  "You little rabbit, so young and yet you're not studying well! You actually dare to steal things!" Ding Jie stepped forward and lifted the boy up with one hand, "Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now and have you locked up. Ah... Ah, you're still glaring at me? You dare to glare at me?"

  With a "bang", Ding Jie sent that young man flying out with one throw, slamming him onto the ground.

  "Ah! The outsider is bullying people! Waaah, my son, are you hurt?" A woman suddenly threw herself onto the young man's body, wailing loudly. Her Mandarin was quite good, at least that sentence "the outsider is bullying people" was spoken very clearly.

  Ding Jie was stunned, and then more than a dozen dark-skinned, middle-aged men with small round hats came over. The leader, who was only in his early twenties, was extremely thin and had a fierce glint in his eyes.

  Ding Jie saw this momentum and hurriedly retreated, quietly taking out his mobile phone, ready to call the police.

  The young man in front suddenly flashed out a dagger.

  "Cell phone, hand it over!" He glared at Ding Jie.

  Ding Jie stared at the shiny dagger, swallowed his saliva, and then looked around for help, but at this moment, the market was crowded with people coming and going, and no one noticed what was happening here, as if such things were very common.

  "Hurry up and bring it over!"

  The young man slapped his hand, "slap" on Ding Jie's face, then snapped Ding Jie's phone to the ground, stretched out his foot and stomped, with a loud noise, the phone was broken.

  Ding Jie's two companions had long since shrunk their heads and hid behind several women.

  Song Jian looked at the young man's moves and found that he had also practiced for several years. His speed was quite fast.

  Ding Jie was stunned, he didn't dare to resist at all. Song Jian clenched his fist and although he didn't have a good impression of Ding Jie, after all, this person was a companion who came with him. If the people in front really hurt Ding Jie, Song Jian would definitely help.

  But in Xinjiang, it's best not to stir up trouble, Song Jian naturally understood the special nature of this place.

  Xiao Han stepped forward and said, "This is your sandwich. Return it to you. Now that you've beaten up my companion and smashed his phone, can we leave?"

  The young man in front squinted his eyes, sneered, stretched out one hand and said: "Five thousand yuan, medical expenses."

  "Good!"

  Xiao Han also knew the special nature of this place, she didn't haggle over the price either. She took out her own purse, counted out fifty red banknotes from it, and handed them over. "Now we can leave, right?"

  The young man saw Xiao Han's magnanimity, and he smiled, not immediately reaching out, but his eyes scanned Xiao Han's face and that plump chest. Xiao Han's measurements were indeed large, even wearing winter cotton clothes, the enticing size of her chest could be seen.

  "Consider yourself lucky," the young man sneered, his Chinese not being very good, only able to utter two or three words at a time. As he spoke, he took a step forward, his palm outstretched, his left hand catching the 5,000 yuan while his right hand reached out towards Xiao Han's face.

  Xiao Han took a step back, hummed, and dodged the young man's salty pig hand.

  People always try to take advantage of every opportunity, especially when they feel that the law can't control their actions.

  "Give it to me, come on!" The young man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Han's arm, pulling him forward with a sudden force, causing Xiao Han to stumble and lunge forward.

  The young man's hand was already on Xiao Han's chest.

  Even Xiao Han, who was usually calm and collected, was really panicked at this moment, shouting loudly.

  Song Jian frowned, the compensation of 5,000 yuan was already unacceptable, but Ding Jie and Xiao Han were both wealthy people, so Song Jian didn't bother to argue. However, this young man actually dared to be indecent with a woman in broad daylight, in the market, which was truly too excessive.

  He rushed forward, Song Jian grabbed the young man's wrist with one hand, and with a loud crack, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and at the same time, the wrist bone was also broken by Song Jian.

  "Ah!" The young man shouted loudly, his mouth full of incoherent cries.

  Song Jian pulled Xiao Han behind him and told Di Hao and Ding Jie: "Take them, hurry up and run, gather at the hotel!"

  As he spoke, Song Jian kicked out with a straight leg, sending one of the men who had rushed up flying more than ten meters away.

  Zhou Tong was so frightened that he shouted loudly, "Song Jian, be careful, let's run together."

  Qin Hua Yu had already grabbed hold of Zhou Tong, "Don't worry, Song Jian is fine."

  Xiao Han and Zhou Tong rushed into the crowd with a whoosh.

  Two middle-aged men wanted to intercept, Song Jianfeng rushed forward, one side kicked and one chopped down, the two people fell to the ground immediately.

  "You're in big trouble now! Something big has happened!"

  The young man glared at Song Jian.

  Song Jian hummed, took two steps to the young man's side, stretched out his hand and snatched the 5,000 yuan, then stepped on the young man's ankle with his right foot.

  Since we've already offended this person, let's thoroughly ruin him and at least for a short time, make him bedridden.

  Song Jian gave everyone else a cold stare before quickly walking away.

  At the entrance of the market, that man selling medicinal herbs was sitting on a tricycle with a panicked face.

  Song Jian didn't want to bring trouble to the man, so he walked up to the tricycle and said quickly, "Just follow me, I won't bring you any trouble."

  After finishing speaking, Song Jian quickly walked ahead, and the man drove a tricycle, following far behind Song Jian.

  Entering the Hetai Hotel, Song Jian walked towards the underground parking lot. Seeing no one following him, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and caught up with Song Jian.

  "Little brother, you're in big trouble now," said the man, parking his car next to Song Jian's.

  "What's wrong?" Song Jian asked while opening the trunk of the car.

  "The man whose hand you broke is from Donglan." The big man tied the red flowers into a bag and put it in Song Jian's car.

  "Dong Lan? What?" Song Jian helped the big man, flipping through the medicinal materials.

  "It's the Dongtu Gang," Da Han said in a low voice, "they're armed and there are many of them. The police have tried to catch them several times but failed. Several policemen were even killed, sigh."

  Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't say anything else.

  Having packed up the medicine and paid for it, the big man instructed Song Jian a few more times before driving off in his tricycle.

  At this time, in a room of the hotel, a big-bearded man with a white towel wrapped around his head was looking out the window at Song Jian and the big man parting ways.

  After seeing the man selling medicine leave, this person picked up his phone and said a few words in a mumbling tone.

  The medicine peddler had just left the yard of the Ota Hotel when three men surrounded him, one of whom threatened him with a few words. The big man hastily stopped his rickshaw and knelt down to apologize, saying something in his mouth.

  The last three people saw that the big man was really unfamiliar with Song Jian, so they made a gesture. One of them took out a dagger and stabbed it into the heart of the medicine seller, then took the 10,000 yuan that the man had just received and left.

  Song Jian rearranged the medicinal materials in the garage again, confirming that some of the Astragalus had been aged for over thirty years. He couldn't help but feel excited, as with these Astragalus, he could refine the Tianwang Buxin Dan, and Pei Yong's wife's congenital heart disease would be cured.

  As he walked out of the garage and was about to enter the building, Song Jian suddenly heard a distant, urgent cry for help.

  "Not good!"

  A sudden surge of energy in Song Jian's heart, he swung his legs open and rushed towards the source of the sound.

  Next to the tricycle, the man had stopped breathing. He had worked hard all his life, and the wind, frost, rain and dew had left marks of time on his skin. Originally, he could have let his family live a good life, because he was a kind and diligent man. But now, he lost his life because he sold a tricycle full of medicinal materials for 10,000 yuan.

  Song Jian's heart ached with a sharp pain, he knew that this person's death was because of him.

  Looking up and gazing into the distance, the three men wrapped in white headscarves had already disappeared into the crowd.

  Clutching his fist, Song Jian turned around and quickly left this place, returning to his residence.

  He came directly to Xiao Han's room door and knocked urgently.

  The voice in "Who?" still had a few points of terror.

  "It's me, Song Jian," said Song Jian.

  The door creaked open, and Xiao Han, wearing a tight-fitting woolen sweater, stared blankly at Song Jian, her expression still fearful, clearly shaken by the scene in the market.

  "Xiao Han sister, are you okay?" Song Jian asked.

  Xiao Han shook his head, and his chest still heaved slightly, "You... are you coming in?"

  Song Jian waved his hand and said, "Xiao Han sister, there's been some trouble, we have to leave here, no rest for us today."

  "What's going on?" asked Xiao Han, "Why don't we call the police?"

  "Calling the police will only delay our journey, and someone has already died. Moreover, it's related to the Dongtu Gang, if things get messy, we might not be able to go home for New Year's this year. Forget it, let's just leave first, when we return home, we'll take a different direction from the highway." Song Jian said.

  Xiao Han looked at Song Jian, having someone take charge and being able to rely on them felt really great.

  "Alright, I'll tell everyone to change clothes and take a quick break," said Xiao Han. "We'll leave here in half an hour and head to the Tarim Basin."

  (This chapter has been revised, I'm very sorry. Because I was too careless and wrote some sensitive words and questions, I encountered the problem of being reviewed for the first time, and I was quite flustered. Hehe. Can only sigh now... Ah... Now it's been revised, doesn't affect the plot, hope everyone enjoys reading it, please continue to support True Love Girl. Thanks to all.)