RPAGF Chapter 1 Station Conflict
Chapter 1 Station Conflict
Fengtian Railway Station Square.
"Corn! Yay! Sticky corn! Buy two, get one free!!"
"Whether you come from the south or the north, from Jiamusi or Hegang, all talk and no action is worthwhile; come and take a look. This knife is a fine knife; it went through Laozi's furnace, was forged by the Samadhi Fire, and burned by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden. It can split mountains and open roads, and even the Dragon Palace in the sea will be yours to live in..."
"Candied hawthorn berries~ Iced~ Candied hawthorn berries! Super sweet and super crunchy, if it's not sweet and crunchy, you don't have to pay!"
The calls of vendors rose and fell, comforting Lu Xingzhou's longing for home as he stepped out of the station.
"What's worse is this rustic and ascetic Northeastern dialect; it sounds so much more welcoming than any foreign accent!"
Carrying my suitcase, I walked through the diverse crowd in the square to the intersection in front of the station.
Looking out over the rows of exquisitely carved, towering European-style buildings and rows of Chinese shops with upturned eaves, the antique Chinese signs and the clean, bright Western-style glass windows complement each other beautifully.
Lu Xingzhou gasped.
"If I remember correctly, I was in Tianjin yesterday, having dinner with Bai Xiuzhu for the Lantern Festival of 1912 before we parted ways, right? Is Fengtian doing that well now?"
Lu Xingzhou, whose previous life was as the manager of the foreign trade department of a subsidiary of COFCO, was not a historian. He never imagined that Fengtian at this time would be a bustling metropolis no less prosperous than Tianjin.
He declined Bai Xiuzhu's invitation to go to Beiping to see her brother and seek an official position, and went straight to Fengtian, where he was slightly shocked.
Then he started muttering to himself.
"This huge city doesn't even have road signs, let alone Gaode and Baidu Maps. Where are we supposed to find banks?!"
I looked around but couldn't figure it out, and was just about to ask for directions.
A small, dry, dirty hand covered in black scabs stealthily reached into his bulging pocket.
The delicate touch of the genuine leather wallet brought a smile to his slightly narrow, dirty face. Just as he was about to take it out, his thin wrist was grabbed with a 'snap'.
Lu Xingzhou's slightly frivolous teasing:
"Little brother, taking something without asking is stealing!"
The thief, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat stained with oil and whose original color was no longer discernible, had a look of panic in his eyes.
He chose Lu Xingzhou as his target because he looked like an easy target—a fat sheep to bully.
At eighteen or nineteen years old, she was already tall and strong, indicating a comfortable life. Wearing a well-tailored, high-end dress further emphasized her privileged background.
His fair, handsome face, more delicate than a woman's, was framed by a pair of large, bright, curious eyes, making him stand out starkly against the dusty, expressionless, and emaciated people on the street.
He looks exactly like a spoiled young master who is naive and ignorant of the ways of the world.
The thief who had been following him since he left the station, waiting for an opportunity to strike, never expected that he would be fooled.
However, after a moment of panic, he quickly calmed down.
If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Just watch whether we put on a show or not and he'll be finished!
His expression immediately changed to one of shock and displeasure: "Don't talk to me like that, brother! Who do you think you are?! Why are you arresting me for no reason?!"
Lu Xingzhou was both amused and exasperated.
"Alright, alright~! We've run into a local gang!"
His eyes were indeed filled with curiosity, but that curiosity belonged to a time traveler, not to a young master confined to a secluded mansion.
The fact that he has over 3 purple-themed girls in his Douyin collection is enough to prove that he is not someone who is above lowbrow tastes, nor is he an ignorant teenager.
The thief's face was so dirty that his true features were obscured, but the baby hairs hadn't completely disappeared.
To dare to steal in a chaotic place like a train station, and not panic even after being caught, there must be a "mastermind" behind them.
Lu Xingzhou addressed the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle, raising his voice:
"Master Lu is in a hurry, he'd better step forward!"
The words fell.
A young man with short, center-parted hair and an arrogant look led seven or eight thugs through the crowd.
They surrounded him and said righteously and sternly:
"Let go of my hand!! Is it appropriate to bully a little beggar in the street? I, Chen Daye of the Swallow Sect, cannot stand by and watch!"
Surrounded by people, Lu Xingzhou was not afraid; instead, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Having just arrived in Fengtian, I immediately encountered the legendary disciples of the Swallow Sect. Is this the treatment of a protagonist?
Besides rubbing girls' stockings in shopping malls, his biggest hobby is watching martial arts movies to pass the time, and now he's in this chaotic world.
Learning martial arts to improve his health was one of his plans, second only to farming, raising horses, fighting the Japanese, and living a life with beautiful wives and concubines.
Full of anticipation, he asked, "Is it the 'Swallow Gate' of Yanzi Li San'er?"
Whether in official history or in film and television dramas, there is a famous "Swallow Hero" whose kung fu skills must be superb!
Chen Daye, wielding his five-horse-long spear, retorted, "What Zhang San or Li San? Never heard of them! My master is 'Swallow in the Clouds' Li Yunfei, Grandmaster Li!"
Well, it seems there's no Li San in this world.
Completely disappointed, Lu Xingzhou didn't want to waste any more time with him: "Oh~~ Yun Zhongyan! ...I don't know her!"
He knows how to provoke.
The extremely insulting heavy breathing enraged Chen Daye, who had only intended to scare someone, so much so that he immediately roared:
"You little brat! Not only did you commit violence in the street, but you also dared to insult my master! Beat him up!!"
Seeing the thugs rushing towards him, Lu Xingzhou's lips curled down, revealing a disdainful expression.
A successful, platinum-level bachelor who spends most of his time in an office and occasionally goes to karaoke bars is certainly not good at fighting.
These days, if a Chinese person goes to San Francisco, California, where the anti-Chinese sentiment is at its strongest, naked, without any special advantages, they'd be buried a long time ago.
Surrounded, he advanced instead of retreating, grabbing the wrist of the thug who was attacking his face. With an unreasonable and powerful jerk in mid-air, he sent the thug sprawling to the ground, unable to move!
His thighs and calves were inevitably kicked solidly by the thugs attacking from both sides, but Lu Xingzhou, who was already used to it, showed no expression on his face.
He kicked both of them in the stomach with both hands, and the two immediately curled up like boiled shrimp, kneeling on the ground, hissing and gasping like broken bellows, unable to stand up.
Three people were taken down in one fell swoop!
The explosive performance stunned Chen Daye and his three henchmen, leaving them speechless on the spot.
Only one clever little devil with small, slanted eyes, who circled around to the back of Lu Xingzhou, quietly raised the wooden stick in his hand.
Under Chen Daye's expectant gaze, he struck Chen's shoulder with great force.
*Snap*
*Click!*
"Hiss~~ Ha!!"
The force was so great that it snapped the stick in two, making the onlookers' anuses tighten, and even the expressionless Lu Xingzhou finally showed a grimace in pain.
Then, while activating the inner primordial energy of the [Yi Yang Ding] to heal the scapula fractured by the stick, he swiftly delivered a powerful neck slap with his left hand, turning the thug who had ambushed him into a dead dog with its head slammed to the ground.
His fearless fighting style immediately drew cheers from the onlookers.
"That's outrageous!!"
"Well done, kid!!!"
Everyone could see that this handsome young man didn't know kung fu, but that didn't matter.
People from Northeast China love tough, masculine men!
A middle-aged military officer on horseback, who was watching the commotion from the outermost edge, was also pleasantly surprised to see the handsome and rugged Lu Xingzhou, and shouted out in response:
"Wow, man! That's some impressive skill!"
With just one deep breath, the golden light, invisible to the others, healed the bone fracture, leaving only a faint red mark on Lu Xingzhou's shoulder.
The repair function of the [Yi Yang Ding] can easily heal even gunshot wounds within 30 seconds, so treating minor bone fractures is naturally a piece of cake.
It was precisely because of this reliance that Zhongdeng, a young man from a peaceful era, was able to quickly transform into a fearless and reckless youth of the Republic of China.
Feeling his right arm regain its full range of motion, Lu Xingzhou strode forward, ready to take down the thugs in one fell swoop.
Chen Daye was so frightened by his imposing manner that he trembled and quickly backed down.
"Friend, please stop fighting. I admit defeat!"
People in this world are all about making money, and Chen Daye isn't some stubborn tough guy who'd never admit defeat; he won't do something like getting beaten up for nothing!
Lu Xingzhou was surprised that the local hoodlum was so pragmatic, and before he could even say anything, he was already in awe.
The displeased onlookers began to mock them.
"Tch, what the hell is this?!"
"There are still four of you standing there, so keep your heads up and don't embarrass yourselves!"
Chen Daye pretended to be dead and didn't hear anything, which made Lu Xingzhou, who was expecting him to show off his real skills, even more disappointed.
"Get out!"
Watching Chen Daye carry his accomplice as they fled in a sorry state amidst a chorus of "whoops!"
Lu Xingzhou sighed, "Even among gang members, the difference between having a gun and not having one is huge."
If the Irish gang in the United States can be so pragmatic, how many bullets have he avoided in the past six months?
Although the bronze cauldron in my sea of consciousness, named [Yi Yang], can absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth to repair, enhance, modify, and specialize targets.
It is especially effective on biological targets, hundreds of times more so than on non-biological targets, and can even treat penetrating gunshot wounds.
But he would rather not get shot than be shot himself.
I won't die, but the pain is real!
As the onlookers dispersed, the thief who had been hiding in the corner and hadn't run away was revealed, much to Lu Xingzhou's surprise.
Seeing that the thief was also looking at him, he quickly realized what was going on.
As the saying goes, "No fight, no friendship," it's all fate!
He, a Northeasterner from over 100 years later, is a complete outsider to the Northeast today, so he might as well find a follower who is familiar with the environment.
So he beckoned to the thief: "Hey kid, come here."
The thief didn't resist and moved his thin, bony body closer.
He was prepared to get beaten up if he stayed, and shouted defiantly:
"I'm too weak to take a beating, a few punches are enough to vent my anger! If you hit me too much, I might just die right here!"
Tighten the belt of his tattered cotton-padded jacket, and squat down with his hands behind his head:
"Aren't you in a hurry? Hurry up, I won't hold you up!"