At this moment, a heart-rending roar came from the next compartment: "Robbery! Someone is stealing something! “

The uncle on the other side was suddenly awakened by this roar, and this vigilance was really very high.

And Cong Nianwei was still leaning on Qin Guan's shoulder in a daze, and as for the little brother opposite, he was still snoring.

I saw a young man carrying a small black bag rushing over from the side compartment, jumping left and right in the crooked carriage where everyone was sleeping, and quickly ran to the open door.

Behind him was a middle-aged woman, her hair was messy, her face was vicissitudes, her eyes were full of panic and helplessness, she desperately chased after the young man in front, but the distance was pulled farther and farther away.

The young man looked at the open door of the train, and there were still two steps to boast out, for such a small station in the middle of the night, as long as he rushed out of the small door of the booth, he could leap with the sea wide, and the sky was high and the birds could fly.

The middle-aged woman also realized this, and watched the bag snatcher get closer and closer to the door, her eyes gradually became desperate, and her pace after the robber unconsciously slowed down.

The young man was smug when he suddenly felt a strong force behind his neck and dragged him backwards. He tried his best, but he felt that his body was out of control, and he flew upside down with a whoosh.

With a snap, the young man who robbed him, and an upside-down onion fell to the ground.

Qin Guan had already opened his eyes wide at this time, gently pushed Cong Nianwei from his shoulder, explained the current situation to Cong Nianwei, and got up to help.

That's right, the robber was brought back alive. And the person who made the shot was the uncle sitting opposite Qin Guan.

The uncle stood with his hands in front of the robber, like he was looking at a poor slug.

The young man who robbed got up from the ground in anger and anger when he saw that he had failed.

At this time, most of the people in the carriage were awakened, and when they saw such a situation, they hurriedly reminded the owner who was still stunned: "Go and call the police." ”

"Just don't let people run away."

The middle-aged woman muttered twice, nodded gratefully to everyone, and squeezed to the other side of the carriage to find the police.

The man in the car surrounded the young man in a small circle to prevent him from escaping before the police came, and the young man didn't want to think so much at all, he just wanted to give the nosy man a good look.

He wrapped the bag around his waist and threw himself at the uncle, who was very calm and stretched out only one hand, and before the young man could pounce on the uncle, the uncle's hand moved in advance.

"Smack!" A side slash slapped the left side of the young man's face, and with a poof, the young man was slapped to the ground.

The young man was beaten very lightly, his eyes began to redden, and he got up from the ground with a loud roar, intending to fight with the person in front of him, and then, "Smack!" A side slash was slapped to the right side of the face.

He covered his cheeks on his left and right, panting heavily, humiliated, and suffocated, making his whole face red.

The young man got up from the ground, took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket, and pressed the blade out with a thud.

The sharp blade of the switchblade reflected a glittering cold light in the light of the train car. Everyone in the carriage gasped and took a small step back in unison.

The young man who robbed was still carrying a murder weapon, and he was going to fight desperately. A few well-wishers next to him hurriedly reminded: "He has a knife, be careful." "That's right, don't fight with him, wait for the police to come."

The young man didn't give the uncle much reaction, and stabbed straight at him with a knife.

The uncle was not in a hurry, he made a starting hand, his left hand turned the passing knife to the side, and his right hand fanned it again.

This time the uncle may not have left his hand, and the young man was suddenly fanned to the ground, oh! There was a heavy sound of landing. The knife in his hand was also thrown out.

A kind passenger next to him kicked the fallen knife and flew away.

The young man, trembling and leisurely, turned over and sat up from the ground, he had been beaten in a trance. stared at the uncle in front of him who hadn't put away his posture in a daze.

Qin watched the two of them, and three or five rounds passed in an instant, and he didn't help at all, Cong Nianwei also widened her eyes in her seat.

The most exaggerated thing is that the little brother sitting next to the uncle, his chin is like a dislocation, he has not closed it from the beginning to now, and a drop of unknown liquid suspected of saliva is flowing out of the corner of his mouth and dripping on the table.

When the uncle put away the posture, the police also came, took away the young man who was beaten into a pig's head on the ground, and asked the uncle to tell the story.

Waiting for the police to leave, the whole carriage exploded, everyone talked about it, gossip, the realistic version of the martial arts master, three times, will be a young man who looks very strong, to clean up the clothes.

The little brother next to the uncle was particularly excited, he couldn't sleep anymore, and he was nervous and said to himself: "Master, definitely a master, do you see it, see that posture, I haven't moved at all..."

It didn't take long for the uncle to come back, and the police briefly understood the situation at that time and asked the uncle to come back first. By this time the train had started again and left the station.

The little brother re-examined the uncle in front of him with obsessive and adoring eyes.

Looking at that resolute look, there must be a deep internal strength. Look at this low-key style, there are many masters.

Qin Guan also expressed his curiosity, opened the beer and poured a glass into the uncle's jar, handed it over, and drank some wine to suppress the shock.

The uncle was not polite, took the jar, and drank half a cup in one gulp.

The little goth next to him took the cup that the uncle had drunk, put it on the table, and asked cautiously: "Big, big brother, master!" ”

The uncle smiled casually: "What kind of master is this, it's far from it." ”

The little brother swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself that this is not counted? He continued to ask, "What kind of move is this?" Can you teach it? ’’

The uncle looked the little brother up and down, and shook his head: "This is a very ordinary move in the Plum Blossom Mantis Boxing, very basic, but your small body, you don't exercise much at first glance, it's useless to learn, it's all fancy." ”

Later, he pointed at Qin Guan again: "This little brother's physique is okay, but it's a pity that he is too old, and now he learns it again, it's useless, he can only get some routines for himself, and he can't suffer a loss when he fights with others." ”

Uncle Fu shook his head again: "I am bullying and bullying ordinary people at this point, and I can't rank up." ”

The little brother was very depressed after hearing this, he thought that his tiger body was shocked, and he met a peerless master, seeing that his bones were strange, and he teleported all his hundred years of skill to him.

As a result, the reality was that he was trembling and swishing and hiding aside to watch others fight, but the master met one, and his skills were not transmitted, but he was ridiculed for his thinness.

Before he could cheer up from his depression, a pack of roast chicken suddenly unfolded in front of him, and the little brother was cured in an instant.

This bag of roast chicken was brought by the eldest sister who robbed the bag just now, and in order to thank the uncle for his help, he gave the uncle's homemade grilled chicken.

The black bag contained the income of middle-aged women from selling grilled chickens this year.

The uncle was not polite, and in the words of thanks, he accepted the chicken. He also kindly beckoned Qin Guan and the three of them to eat together.

Cong Nianwei looked at the time, she was too lazy to continue sleeping after such a toss, and the food was currently in the right to be supper.

As soon as the oiled paper bag was opened, a fragrance wafted out, and it contained a whole authentic Texas grilled chicken.

The whole chicken is lying on the body, the color is golden, the yellow is translucent red, the uncle pulls the legs and wings of the chicken, and as soon as he tears it, the bones and meat are separated.

Let's divide it, and fill the chicken into the mouth, the chicken skin is elastic, the meat is fatty and tender, the seasoning, traditional Chinese medicine, and the aroma of the chicken itself are mixed together, and everyone who eats it is fragrant with teeth and cheeks.

The uncle sighed while drinking beer: "This is even more enjoyable if you have a white cup." After speaking, he smiled embarrassedly at a few people.

The little brother had no time to talk at this time, and he had long forgotten the martial arts master sitting next to him, his idol. There is only one thought in my mind, I am going to get off the train when I get off the station, and I want to finish this chicken leg quickly.

When the train arrived at the station again, the little brother reluctantly said goodbye to a few people, dragged his luggage, left the carriage, and when he went out, he looked back at the oiled paper bag wrapped in chicken.

The rest of the chicken rack was divided between Qin Guan and the uncle, and a few people took a nap in a daze after eating, and the sky gradually brightened, and the train arrived at the terminal of the train.