Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 118 - 117: Coincidence, All Coincidences

Chapter 118: Chapter 117: Coincidence, All Coincidences

The knife fell to the ground, and along with it, Scarface collapsed.

Su Yuncheng turned around and saw the little girl who should have obediently stayed on the opposite side, holding a brick still in the position of smashing someone’s head.

She exerted much effort, her fingertips turned slightly white.

Lin Nianhe: "What a coincidence."

Su Yuncheng: "Yeah, quite a coincidence."

Lin Nianhe casually threw the brick aside, not throwing it far, it just happened to hit Scarface right on the forehead.

She said, "We were just passing by for brick-pulling."

He chimed in, "What a coincidence, I was just passing by too."

Su Yuncheng nonchalantly tossed an iron rod towards Zhou Xu, the angle was off, yet it just happened to hit the attacker on the head.

Zhou Xu kicked away the attacker behind him, couldn’t help muttering softly: "I wouldn’t believe the coincidence you both talk about even for twenty Food Tickets!"

Zhou Xu had reasons to believe, from the start to the end, the only real coincidence was the ox cart falling into the ditch.

Su Yuncheng seemed not to have heard Zhou Xu’s words, not even a glance was given to him, instead, he protected Lin Nianhe and charged out.

"Stay far away, run if it feels wrong." He finished saying, then turned and joined the fight.

This unevenly matched fight wasn’t too difficult, especially after Scarface "just happened" to be knocked unconscious by the brick.

His cohorts began to think of retreating, thinking of running, but stepping forward, smoking pits appeared under their feet.

Suddenly, cries and shouts vanished.

"Run! Split up and run!" A clever devil shouted at the top of his lungs.

Su Yuncheng’s face was expressionless, he said indifferently: "Fine, run, I’ll chase the fastest runner."

As soon as he finished speaking, that clever devil’s knees went weak, he fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his leg that was gushing blood, howling miserably.

Su Yuncheng glanced at him, continued to say: "And the one who talks nonsense and gives ideas."

Threatening a group of people is useless, threatening one among them, making him pay a price, would truly frighten the others.

This group was merely made up of brash and brute little hoodlums, they had no ideas of their own, now they dared not run, nor fight.

Unconsciously, they looked for their boss’s close followers, only to see—

"Was I just? Come on, today I’m going all out, the bricks are enough!"

The two were being forced to learn the iron head technique, too busy to care about their minions’ lives.

Nobody knows who first dropped his weapon, then one after another, pleas for mercy followed.

Some said they were wronged, knew nothing, others mentioned they were just being paid for a task and it wasn’t worth getting shot for, and some said they just happened to be passing by...

Today, Su Yuncheng could barely convince himself to believe in too many "just happened" , the words of these people had no reasons he must believe, so—

"Tie them up tightly, especially the one who said he was just passing by."

The hemp rope used for binding, most of it was brought out by Qian Guozhu, their vehicle was equipped with cargo binding ropes; a smaller part was contributed by Scarface, he originally intended to tie Qian Guozhu and Sun ManCang and take them back.

"The two of you, are you alright?" Su Yuncheng walked up to Qian Guozhu and Sun ManCang and asked.

Qian Guozhu was gritting his teeth, feeling his cousin’s tenderness, upon hearing the words he barely managed a smile, making a face uglier than crying: "It’s nothing, thanks... oh, cousin, go easy."

"You’ll need to come to the police station later to clarify the situation, someone will fix your car." Su Yuncheng finished speaking, glancing at Wang Shumei.

Wang Shumei was busy using water from a kettle to wash away the blood from Qian Guozhu’s body, she did not notice Su Yuncheng’s glance.

"Alright," Qian Guozhu nodded, "we’ll be right here, not going anywhere."

"Hmm."

Su Yuncheng turned his head and glanced at Feng Wei and Zhou Xu, his brows slightly furrowed.

Feng Wei huddled and lowered his head, Zhou Xu looked up at the sky; neither had the face to meet Su Yuncheng’s gaze.

There were a total of fifteen people. If it were two years earlier with Su Yuncheng backing them, the two of them should have been able to take them all down.

Now, even with the help of two driver comrades, four of them ended up getting hurt...

Even though those guys were tied up like rice dumplings, they still couldn’t claim they had won.

"How about that? How about that! See? I’m awesome, right? Without me, you guys would’ve been done for!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, you’re right."

An impatient voice came from afar.

Su Yuncheng’s eyes softened, and he said to them, "Keep an eye on them. I’m going to borrow a phone from the production team and call someone to take them back."

With that, he turned and walked towards the mess.

Feng Wei looked up, incredulous, and nudged Zhou Xu’s lower back: "Xuzi, Brother Cheng didn’t scold you."

Zhou Xu raised his hand and wrapped it around the chubby guy’s neck: "Why would he scold me? I’m not the one who fired three blanks!"

Feng Wei struggled to defend himself: "That place is just hard to aim at..."

"Ha, just wait for Brother Cheng to remember tomorrow and settle accounts with you after the autumn," Zhou Xu said with schadenfreude, releasing Feng Wei’s neck and turning to help up his fallen bicycle.

It was different for him; it was unlikely that Su Yuncheng would do anything to him.

The moment he picked up the bicycle, Zhou Xu’s eyes were filled with melancholy.

Actually, he quite wanted to be settled with after the autumn...

On the other side, Lin Nianhe and Zhao Zhuangshi’s quarrel had just ended.

Lin Nianhe: "If you had said earlier you wanted ten cents and not a hundred bucks, I would have given it to you right away."

Zhao Zhuangshi had just fought one against two, and although bravely, he also got scratched.

He didn’t care about that, holding ten cents in his hands, leaning on the ox cart with tearful eyes: "After so many years, it’s the first time I fought a battle that paid back..."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

The former village tyrant of Ten Miles Team was having a bit of a rough time.

"Cough, cough."

Hearing the cough, Lin Nianhe turned her head and saw it was Su Yuncheng, her eyes lighting up with a smile, "Brother Yuncheng, you didn’t get hurt, did you?"

"No," Su Yuncheng glanced at the bricks scattered on the ground and asked her, "What about you? Did you fall?"

Lin Nianhe shook her head: "I’m fine."

They both had too many questions to ask each other, but here was really not a good place to talk.

Su Yuncheng said, "You got involved, so you need to go to the police station with us to explain the situation."

Lin Nianhe listened to him speak, gazing nonstop at him.

If before she was just interested in Su Yuncheng’s face, after seeing his extremely precise three shots just now, her heart’s little deer had already knocked itself unconscious.

Imagine, at the initial cessation of the battle, with the afterglow of the sunset on his back, walking towards her from the settling dust... he didn’t need to say anything, and that was more impactful than ten tycoon’s black cards.

Comrade Xiao Lin’s immunity dropped to zero, and her emotional quotient took the high ground instantly.

If not now, then when?

She looked at Su Yuncheng and nodded gently, "Okay... but not too late. After dark, I get scared."

Her soft, coquettish tone made Su Yuncheng’s heart skip a beat; for a moment, it seemed no one else existed around them.

The gentle evening breeze of summer brushed over their cheeks, lightly swaying their hair, stirring someone’s heart unknowingly.

Accompanied by the breeze into their ears was Sister Lan’s voice, full of disdain:

"What are you scared of, silly!"