When Xiao Feng and his companions arrived in Jiangcheng, it was already around six o'clock the next morning.
In fact, according to the fastest itinerary, they should have arrived three hours earlier.
However, since there was no urgent matter, there was naturally no need to rush.
Although the sky had not fully brightened, there were already quite a few people entering and exiting the train station.
Iron Head Baby looked around and finally locked his gaze on a twenty-story office building. In a tone typical of a rural person entering the city, he said, "Is this Jiangcheng? It's so big, so magnificent!"
Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie exchanged glances but didn't say much.
Jiangcheng, such a puny place, can hardly be associated with the word magnificent, but for Iron Head Baby, just out of the village, it's quite an eye-opener.
"Let's call ho first to let them know we're safe," Xiao Feng reminded.
"Oh right, my dad, my mom, and Lily must not have slept well all night," Iron Head Baby said as he took out his phone to report their safety.
It's worth ntioning that his full na isn't actually Iron Head Baby, but Iron Investnt Baby.
Xiao Feng only discovered this when he helped him book a ticket and saw his ID card.
According to old traditions, brothers of the sa generation use the sa "generational word."
Iron Head Baby's full na is Iron Investnt Baby, so his younger brother, Little Five, followed the first two words and changed only the last word, becoming Iron Investnt Bow.
Thinking about it, it's ironic; though nad Iron Investnt Bow, his head wasn't hard enough, and he fell down headfirst from a mountain and died.
And when Xiao Feng first saw Iron Head Baby's full na, he couldn't help but think, "Will this na bring trouble?"
After all, the term "Iron Head Baby" hasn't been a positive one in recent years.
After so thought, Xiao Feng figured it's all about guidance. Iron Head Baby isn't a troublemaker by nature. If guided properly, many troubles can be avoided.
However, just then, Iron Head Baby shouted loudly, "Stealing in broad daylight, hurry and return the phone!"
"..." Xiao Feng.
Just thinking about guiding him and avoiding trouble, and now trouble has already co?
Looking towards the sound, he saw Iron Head Baby gripping a middle-aged man in a leather jacket tightly.
The man struggled a couple of tis and, realizing he couldn't break free, furiously cursed, "What the hell, are you crazy?
Let go!"
Iron Head Baby wasn't listening and tightened his grip, shouting, "Give back the phone, and I'll let go!"
Many passersby slowed their steps instinctively, touching their pockets to check if their phones were still there.
Once they found the phones were not missing, they stood afar, preparing to watch the drama unfold, while pulling out their phones to record.
Xiao Feng was a bit puzzled, wondering why this tussle had lasted so long without the phone's owner showing up?
This question was quickly answered.
A hundred ters away, a girl with a backpack, looking like a student, was originally engrossed in music through her Bluetooth earbuds.
But soon she noticed the music in her earbuds stopped, which made her pause.
She instinctively reached for the side pocket of her backpack only to find it empty.
The girl's face changed imdiately, and she shouted, "Where's my phone? Where's my phone?"
Because her music was no longer playing, she also heard the noise and saw the scene of people gathered behind her.
Quickly racing to the front, the girl saw the phone in the middle-aged man's hand and shouted, "Give back my phone!"
The man frowned, but as an experienced thief, this scene was not unfamiliar to him; it was just a pity this deal couldn't be made.
"So young, why do sothing bad like this? Co, let's go to the police!" The man said righteously.
Iron Head Baby was utterly confused and, for a second, doubted who really stole the phone.
The girl glared at Iron Head Baby angrily, "Just wait, I'm calling the police now!"
The middle-aged man, however, opened his mouth to stop her, "Don't call the police. It looks like this kid is probably a first-tir. Just give him a chance."
The girl recalled to thank him, but after doing so, her smile instantly vanished and she insisted, "There's no need to give him a chance. He'll steal again if let off this ti; he needs to learn a lesson."
"Wait a minute!" Iron Head Baby couldn't help but speak, "Look clearly, he was the one who stole your phone. I caught him trying to get it back for you."
"I saw clearly, it was you who stole my phone, and thanks to this kind uncle, he got it back for !"
"Damn, are you blind?"
"Still cursing?" The girl got even angrier, "I must call the police today!"
However, when she patted her pocket, awkwardly, she realized she didn't have her phone.
Just as she planned to borrow one from soone nearby, police patrol from the train station, noticing an anomaly, had already arrived on the scene.
"What's going on?"
"Officer, you ca in ti. It's this person, stole my phone and then even cursed, everyone here can testify!" The girl said, still fuming.
The middle-aged man secretly cursed inwardly, aware of the saying about frequently walking by the river—a habit not without consequence.
Previously, he had been caught at this train station; if recognized, it wouldn't end well for him.
That was also a major reason he initially stopped the girl from reporting the theft.
His eyes swept quickly over the four approaching officers, and he felt a bit relieved.
Fortunately, it wasn't the group that had caught him last ti; they wouldn't recognize him.
With renewed confidence, he grabbed Iron Head Baby's arm, speaking righteously, "Officer, this kid stole the phone and I got it back."
The officer didn't hesitate to offer verbal praise and was about to invite him, Iron Head Baby, and the girl to go back for a statent.
The man suddenly felt uneasy, "The thing is, I have an urgent appointnt to catch the train, it's just a minor issue, a couple of words can explain it, no need to complicate things."
And Iron Head Baby, at this mont, couldn't defend himself, anxiously stomping his foot, feeling deeply wronged.
"Aren't you going to help out?" Sun Shijie asked.
Xiao Feng shook his head, "Let him realize that intervening also entails risks, it's not a bad lesson."
It's not that he encouraged turning a blind eye; he himself had ddled in plenty of similar "affairs."
But the premise of intervening is not involving oneself too deeply.
If one has the ability, there's no harm in helping, doing a good deed, and spreading positive energy.
But without ability, acting recklessly out of re enthusiasm is not knowing one's limitations.
At this ti, Iron Head Baby, feeling extrely wronged, kept explaining the situation to the police.
And the police's response was simple; speak at the appropriate place, and the rightful person will be dealt with justly.
"Sir, show your ticket; if you really need to catch the train soon, we'll let you board first," a policeman said.
The man stamred, "I bought the ticket online, but haven't picked it up yet."
"Then please show us the receipt, and we'll help you get the ticket."
"No... no need to trouble you."
"There's no trouble, serving the people is not just a slogan, it's our principle."
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