Amidst the bustling crowd, Cheng Su and Wang Bo boarded the bus, barely finding seats at the back of the vehicle, placing their luggage by their feet. Suddenly, they noticed the commotion inside the bus, with everyone looking outside.
Cheng Su and the others followed their gaze, and their expressions changed imdiately.
Outside, a few hooligans in flared jeans with golden dyed hair and tattooed arms were chasing a man with long knives.
The man stood no chance against so many people. Before long, he was caught, kicked to the ground, and repeatedly struck with long knives, blood spilling everywhere.
Inside the bus, screams rang out one after another, and everyone watching turned pale.
Cheng Su’s face was ashen. She turned her eyes away, her hands shaking uncontrollably like a sieve as she clutched her pants.
"They’re killing soone, my God!" soone shouted, imdiately silenced by another, afraid that those people might rush in and start slashing.
Wang Bo and Zhao Da were also ashen-faced at the sight. Why, why was this happening, and why was nobody stepping forward to help?
But how could they help? Who dared to intervene?
No one knew how many tis the man was slashed before the police arrived, and the hooligans fled like a swarm. As for the man’s fate, it seed grim and uncertain.
"These damn thugs are hacking people again!" The ticket inspector, holding a bunch of tickets, glanced outside, nonchalantly continuing to sell tickets as if this was a common sight, speaking in the local dialect.
Cheng Su swallowed hard.
Wang Bo and Zhao Da, visibly terrified, looked at Cheng Su: "President Cheng..."
Cheng Su forced a smile and said, "It’s okay, let’s be careful!"
Wang Bo and the others nodded.
"Where to?" The ticket inspector asked them in the local dialect as he approached Cheng Su and her group.
Cheng Su awkwardly replied with a location in the local language. The ticket inspector gave her a glance, took the money, tore off three tickets, and returned to his seat.
"President Cheng, you can speak their language?" Zhao Da was surprised to hear Cheng Su speak earlier.
"I learned!" Cheng Su smiled, her face still pale with fear, but used this to change the subject: "I specifically learned a few phrases from a local."
In her past life, she could also speak the local dialect with people, but mostly spoke in standard Mandarin.
Zhao Da looked at her with admiration.
"What did the ticket inspector just say?" Wang Bo asked.
"He said that these hooligans are slashing people again, so be careful when going out. If you run into them, regardless of right and wrong, apologize imdiately. Don’t confront the local bullies, and rember not to argue, got it?" Cheng Su advised.
They knew it was chaotic here, but that was the worst chaos of the 1990s. They hadn’t expected it to already be rampant now. They had just arrived and witnessed street warfare, or rather, street slashing.
What a welco gift.
Wang Bo and Zhao Da, having just witnessed a murder, lost much of their initial excitent upon arriving in Guangcheng. After hearing Cheng Su’s words, they didn’t dare to boast and promptly agreed.
The strong dragon cannot overpower the local snakes. They must cherish their lives and cannot act rashly.
Inside the bus, people continued to discuss the earlier scene, but Cheng Su looked out the window, watching the scenery flash by in a daze.
The train station was as chaotic and brutal as she rembered from history. But what about the orphanage? Is it still there, waiting for her arrival?
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