Chapter 109 - The rules (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

In a track, Dorra and I are sitting in the back row. At this moment, we have already left the city, to the area of urban-rural integration. We can see from a distance the typical hilly and plain area in the south, and there are some huge high billboards.

Dorra is sitting next to me. Up to now, the girl has been completely exhausted. When I took her to the track, she was sleeping on me in almost two minutes. Her eyelids are trembling slightly in the dream, and the face has a pitiful expression, as if the dream is full of panics too.

I take off my coat and put it on her. Then I look out of the window, a little dazed.

Two unfortunate robbers who have robbed me also get out of their troubles. I promised to pay them enough to go home, but now I only give them half of the monies, and the rest will be paid until we have arrived HaiCity.

By the way, the route we are taking now is the ordinary national road. Because I thought that since those guys can arrange people to block me at the railway station, then surely, all stations, wharfs, airports, must be monitored!

Take the national road will detour, but there is no toll station, can not be monitored, the safety factor is higher that highway.

The two guys are sitting in the front row. A fat guy is driving. He’s a little straight forward temper. He should be an honest man. And the other fellow, with a long face and a slightly older age, is the one who was watching out at the entrance of the lane when robbing. It seems that he experienced more outside and has some calculations in his mind. Sure enough, I ask them a little question, the fat man is unsuspecting. I ask what, he answers what. But the long face seems to be a little afraid of me, and somewhat professes one thing, but mean another.

I’m taking a young girl with the appearance of going out, but there are some bloodstains on my clothes, especially on my hands, which were hit by something. Now half of my palms are swollen, even cigarettes can’t be clamped. The nails of my thumbs bled so much that I can’t wrap them up easily. I even feel the wounds on my knees have sticking to my trousers, although the bleeding has stopped. But when I move, everytime I pull my pants slightly, it pains me deeply!

Now sitting in the truck, I finally have the chance to examine my wounds.

I carefully roll up my trousers. There are some dried bloods on my calves. Keeping rolling up, the wounds on my trousers and knees are sticky and slightly torn. The pain makes me grin. I’m cursing in a low voice, taking a grip on myself, pulling the pants apart and gasping.

The long-face man in front is looking in the mirror and seeing me deal with the wounds. His face is frightened, opening his mouth several times but saying nothing.

I take a look at him, and he’s quickly turning his eyes back and pretending to look out of the window. But then he finds out a bottle of water and hands it to me: “Bro, just use this to wash the wounds.”

“Thank you.” I take the water over, take out a package of tissue and carefully dip the water to clean the wound. Then I move my knee again. Fortunately, there should be no bone problem, but just skin injury.

After all, I was running around outside before. Escaping, must take nessesary things with. From my bag, I find out a bag of gauze, tear one and bind up the knee wound, and then put down the trousers. The long face man in front hands me a cigarette. I thank for him with a smile, not smoke it, but insert it behind my ear.

“Bro, is there something happened to you?” Long face man is asking. I just nod and say nothing.

The fat man is driving. He’s laughing loudly and saying: “Brother, have you practiced kongfu? Damn, you just knocked us down so easily. That’s terrible!”

I say lightly: “Nothing, just daily practise myself.” The fat man is cring out: “Daily practise? How can knock both of us down so easily?”

The long-face man is hesitating for a moment, looking back at me and lowering his voice: “I say, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing me frowning, he’s saying quickly, “I don’t want to inquire more about you, ah… It’s just that you’ve helped us. Maybe there is something we can help you too?”

I’m laughing and saying: “There’re some private things, but you can’t help us.”

I don’t want to talk more about myself, just change the topic to them and say: “You two are so lucky to meet me in your first robbery. Otherwise, you are squatting in the police station now.”