Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 117 - 116: Melee, On the Verge of Eruption

Chapter 117: Chapter 116: Melee, On the Verge of Eruption

It was a relief that the truck wasn’t going very fast, otherwise, it would have been easy to flip over.

Sun ManCang was pale with fear and obviously shaken. He turned his head to look at Qian Guozhu and said in a low voice, "Brother, it’s a robbery."

Sun ManCang was somewhat panicked. He had heard from the team leader that there were people who would blockade the road specifically to rob trucks. He had never experienced it before and never expected these people to act in broad daylight.

Qian Guozhu had a grim look on his face, pulling out two iron rods from the back seat, handing one to Sun ManCang: "Don’t come down, I’ll check it out."

"Brother, how can I not? What if..."

"Stop dawdling," Qian Guozhu cast him a sidelong glance, "They want money, and they dare not kill. Take the chance to drive away, turn around, don’t look back! If something goes wrong with the truck, both of us will be out of a job!"

After he finished speaking, Qian Guozhu pulled open the door and jumped out of the truck.

In the cornfields on both sides of the road, a dozen or so men sparsely climbed up.

Each one was a brawny man with a fierce look. The man in the center even had a scar from his forehead slanting down to his chin, splitting his nose bridge into two, and his eyes, abnormally large and bulging out, gave off a desperate vibe when he smiled.

Just by his look, even a golden eagle would have saved a seat for him.

Qian Guozhu’s gaze swept over these men’s faces, and he inwardly cursed his luck.

They looked no ordinary men, each probably brawling from a young age.

Sweat formed in his palms as he raised his voice, "Brothers, we are just picking up a delivery, this truck is empty."

"Hahaha..." Scarface laughed, especially fierce, "Rest easy, little brother, we are not interested in your truck or the goods your factory wants."

Qian Guozhu became even more nervous.

Scarface approached him, sizing him up and down with glaring eyes, then said, "I heard recently that there was some good stuff in the provincial city, damn, those big apples are so red. Brother, you heading to the provincial city?"

Qian Guozhu forced a smile, "Wherever the factory sends me, that’s where I go. Indeed, this time it’s to the provincial city."

"Oh, isn’t that a coincidence." Scarface suddenly stopped smiling, patting Qian Guozhu’s chest twice, "Boy, selling goods follows rules. If the state sells for 40 cents, you sell for 48 cents. You’re smashing my rice bowl here!"

Qian Guozhu stood rooted to the spot, not flinching from those two pats, staring at Scarface without dodging his gaze, showing no sign of fear, "I don’t understand what you mean, there’s nothing you mentioned on my truck."

Scarface sneered showing his teeth, "Boy, ungrateful for the face given, aren’t you?"

As he spoke, he stepped back. The gang behind him, clutching their sticks and machetes, moved forward.

"Damn it."

Qian Guozhu muttered under his breath, taking off the towel around his neck and binding the iron rod to his hand.

"Turns out he’s a tough nut," Scarface spat on the ground, "Don’t beat him to death, I still have questions for this flat calf."

"Alright!"

Qian Guozhu swung the iron rod, eyes red as he bellowed:

"Cangzi! Run! Don’t look back!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Chilling sounds came from within the cornfield.

"Thud."

"Ow!"

Scarface fell to the ground clutching his bleeding thigh, shouting towards the cornfield, "Ambush! He’s got an ambush!"

Such a sudden change confused Scarface’s subordinates, and even Qian Guozhu was baffled, but the iron rod he swung in a roundhouse still managed to knock someone down onto their shoulder due to inertia.

From the cornfield, an indifferent male voice tinged with impatience cut through, "Aim before you shoot, did all the training I gave you go to waste with your meals?"

"Uh... Brother Cheng, this lousy place is hard to aim in!"

"Then roll out there and grab someone, an extra month of training for every one that gets away."

"Ow!"

A chubby figure burst out from the green leaves like a cannonball and crashed into the stomach of the nearest subordinate.

The fatty was an agile one. Sitting on the man’s belly, with a stretch of his legs, he tripped two more.

The subordinates finally recovered from the shock, seeing only a single chubby man, they immediately swung their weapons toward him and Qian Guozhu.

A chaotic brawl was about to erupt.

"Fuck."

"What a shitty job, I don’t want it anymore!"

In the truck, Sun ManCang watched as a group of people pounced on Qian Guozhu, his eyes turning red with anger, he kicked open the door, and like Qian Guozhu, he wrapped a towel around an iron stick and joined the fray.

"Bro, got any more weapons?"

Just as Sun ManCang raised his arm, he heard a voice from behind.

He swung a stick and turned to see that the limping postman had also come over.

"In the truck!"

Sun ManCang bellowed, trying to rush to Qian Guozhu’s side, but was blocked by three people with weapons, unable to get through.

Zhou Xu found a rolling pin in the truck, didn’t bother to complain, and quickly jumped down to help.

Scarface sat at the very back of the fray, clutching his thigh, sizing up the two new arrivals.

Suddenly, he cursed under his breath, no longer caring about the pain in his thigh, scrambled up and tried to run.

He had realized that those two were using real military boxing!

He had only made it three steps when—"Bang!" another sound.

Another bloody hole pierced his other leg.

Scarface fell face down, choking on a mouthful of dust, but bit back the pain and didn’t yell, lifting his eyes to see a bullock cart approaching, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The cart was loaded with bricks, and the driver was a droopy young man, with three girls sitting behind.

Scarface’s eyes bloodshot, he yelled to his two confidants: "Go, seize that cart!"

The cart... didn’t need them to seize it.

Perhaps it was the bloodshed here that spooked it, but Old Huang the ox, startled, led the cart straight into a ditch.

People and bricks sent dust flying everywhere.

"Hey hey hey—"

"Oh my god!"

"Move aside, you’re on my ankle..."

"Fuck, I knew I should’ve pulled you out of the ditch! I’ve told you, this isn’t a 20 cents job, you... gotta pay more!"

"Heh, you still have the nerve to ask for more money when you can’t even drive properly?"

The two confidants trying to seize the cart looked at each other, suddenly unsure where to start.

In the dust-filled fog, four people climbed out of the ditch one after another.

Among Scarface’s two confidants, the tall and skinny one regained his senses first, pointing his stick at the vague silhouettes: "You, get the cart up!"

The shorter, fatter one echoed: "Right! Leave the cart and the ox, and the women too!"

After speaking, they exchanged a glance and sniggered maliciously.

Lin Nianhe dusted himself off, frowning at the situation across from him, and casually said: "Zhao Zhuangshi, they’re taunting you."

"What? Fuck, dare to challenge me?"

Zhao Zhuangshi, with a brick in each hand, charged at the two thugs.

It wasn’t clear whether he was trying to defend his former village bully pride or vent his frustration from falling into the ditch again.

His sudden charge caught the two confidants off guard.

Where did this rustic come from, so fierce?

On the other side, corn leaves rustled violently, and soon, a tall figure appeared on the road.

"Don’t move!"

Su Yuncheng yelled across and then skillfully kicked one of Scarface’s underlings, snatching an iron stick from his hand.

He blocked an iron stick aimed at Zhou Xu’s head, Zhou Xu first grinned, but then his pupils shrank: "Brother Cheng! Behind..."

The source of Scarface’s strength was a mystery, but he managed to stand up despite the pain, reaching Su Yuncheng’s back.

The bloodied blade of a machete hung over Su Yuncheng’s head, and with a vicious smile, Scarface used all his strength to chop down.

"Clang clang—"