Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 858 - 480

Chapter 858: 480

At the National Commodity Trading Fair, aside from those who had nothing better to do than to watch the excitement, most were seasoned marketplace veterans. It wasn’t an era where a single card could take you anywhere in the world, so who wouldn’t carry some money when stepping out? Especially when some contracts, particularly favored by both parties, required a deposit to show sincerity—that was only to be expected.

But your average petty thief wouldn’t dare wander into such a trade fair. Are you kidding? Such a province-wide attention-grabbing fair wouldn’t have security measures?

It was precisely because of this that the attendees came with ease of mind, but who would have thought that such a brazen thief actually existed?

When the group whose things had been stolen caught up, their gratitude was beyond words. They had finalized a deal yesterday and came today with cash in hand to sign the contract and pay the deposit, only to be targeted by the thief. A moment of inattention, and someone slit their bag open, sweeping away all the money inside.

If it weren’t for Yan Fei stopping the thief here, a few more steps and the thief would have bolted from the scene of the fair into the crowd, making it like finding a needle in a haystack.

A few people chasing up were both shocked and frightened, but now, seeing their money safe, their anxiety was alleviated, and they looked at the thief with a bit of annoyance. Two younger ones were about to beat the thief when two police officers arrived.

There wasn’t much to say; caught red-handed, the officers slapped handcuffs on the perpetrator, ready for a few years of free meals. Targeting a trade fair like this, this wasn’t some petty thief; at the very least, they were a public menace and couldn’t be let off lightly.

The few who lost their possessions couldn’t land a few blows on the thief to vent their anger, but they couldn’t let go of their savior who had caught the thief. They grabbed onto Yan Fei and started to express their thanks.

Everyone at the scene, whether they caught the thief or lost property, had big things to take care of today. The two officers understood, led the thief away, and decided to come back after everyone had finished their business, around noon.

Just as the officers were arresting the thief and preparing to leave, the crook turned his head and gave Yan Fei a malicious smile, mimicking the sound of a gun with a "biu" from television.

He really wasn’t the average level of brazen!

But today was his bad luck, for he had encountered a do-gooder with quite a temper.

Just as Yan Fei was being thanked by several people, he immediately got angry, took two steps to catch up to them: "Officer comrade, wait a second, wait a second..."

After catching up, he glared at the thief and said seriously, "What you did just now, were you planning to get back at me after getting out?"

The two police officers had seen the thief’s gesture just now and had even pushed him. Now, seeing Boss Yan, the thief-catcher, catching up and asking this, they were at a loss and didn’t know what to say.

However, the thief sneered again, "Heh, I’ve seen plenty of do-gooders, just be careful walking down the street or someone might smash you with a brick."

Yan Fei laughed and said to the two police officers and the onlookers, "You know why these thieves never learn and dare to threaten good people? It’s because you haven’t found the right method. I’ve done this more than once or twice. Of all the thieves I’ve had a hand in capturing, I can confidently say not one has been able to take revenge on me."

This is no exaggeration, as thieves who pass through his hands intact are few and far between. The rest are left so terrified that even if they get out, as long as they don’t take the wrong medicine, they’d rather die than cross his path again.

While the two police officers were momentarily stunned, Yan Fei had already slapped the thief several times. The thief, who had been defiant just a moment ago, felt as if the areas where Yan Fei had casually slapped him were hit by a car, leaving him breathless for a long while.

He tried to stare down Yan Fei, still enduring the pain, when he heard Yan Fei say, "Remember this, I’m Yan Fei from Sancha River Town, Wan City. Just ask around about me. If you want revenge, come at me any time. You’re very welcome."

After finishing, he said to the police officers with a smile, "Comrades, you need to be careful when handling this thief. He was running so fast just now that I reckon he’s got five or six or maybe seven or eight cracked ribs. Don’t worry though, there’s a Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor right across from my place who’s very familiar with these injuries. No need for treatment; if this kid behaves himself for three months and stews himself some bone broth for nourishment, I guarantee he’ll be hopping around as usual. If you don’t believe me, ask a doctor. It’s no big deal, just be careful when taking him back so he doesn’t accidentally hit himself on a table or chair and break a bone or cause a puncture to his heart, trying to blame it on you."

The thief’s defiant look vanished in an instant. He had the audacity to commit theft at such a fair, having quite the guts and not being new to this business. Now, feeling the pain with every deep breath, he knew that the man across from him who called himself Yan Fei was telling the truth.

Truth be told, this kind of injury was quite familiar to a thief. What thief doesn’t get beaten up? A cracked rib is quite common and can be serious or not, depending on the case.

If the rib isn’t displaced or broken, like Yan Fei mentioned, taking care with diet and boiling some medicinal bone soup is usually enough. But here’s the catch, he was a thief caught red-handed and about to be jailed.

Such an injury wasn’t considered serious enough to qualify for medical bail, so in prison, he’d be left to his own devices. At the very least, he’d have to avoid any conflict, or a couple more punches from someone could be the end of that person—he could end up framing his attacker for manslaughter, which is a serious crime, especially for current inmates.

But after all, who would want to risk their life to ’frame’ someone else?

The two police officers, probably not having encountered such a situation before, paused before reacting. They exchanged glances, unsure of how to handle it.

It was a hassle; the onlookers weren’t naive and were starting to understand the situation. Observing the offender’s complexion and listening to what Boss Yan had said, it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that it was he who caused the fractures—a realization some made from watching Yan Fei’s interception, suspecting that he must be skilled in martial arts. How could an ordinary person stop a full-speed sprinter without flinching?

Despite thinking this, everyone considered the money in their wallets and looked at the handcuffed man, knowing where their sympathies lay.

The police officers, pulled in for this large fair, were quite experienced. Although they were momentarily distracted, they noticed everyone watching them and glanced at a middle-aged man in the crowd who subtly nodded. With that, one of the officers smiled and said, "Alright then, thanks for the heads up, Boss Yan. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be taking the suspect away."

Yan Fei exchanged pleasantries and then found himself surrounded. Those who had been robbed were particularly enthusiastic, introducing themselves and insisting that Yan Fei join them for lunch.

The middle-aged man who had nodded to the police officers waited for the crowd to disperse before approaching, "Boss Yan, please wait. Hello, hello, I’m Captain Liang from the city’s criminal police. Thank you for your Righteous Act earlier. If it weren’t for you, our criminal police team would have suffered a great embarrassment today."

Yan Fei shook hands with him and replied with a smile, "Captain Liang, you’re too kind. It was just a small deed, not worth mentioning."

Without wasting words, Captain Liang went straight to the point, "Did you practice Kung Fu since you were young, Boss Yan? It’s rare for someone to casually cause multiple rib fractures with a few slaps, five, six, seven, eight of them?"