Chapter 107 Hurry up and catch up!

He Yuzhu slowly opened his eyes a crack and quietly looked over.

He noticed that the seat opposite him had been taken by a new passenger, who was staring intently at him.

"Isn't that Old Zhao? He even knows how to disguise himself now?"

He Yuzhu saw the other person's face clearly and thought to himself.

"How did that old rascal get on this train? Is he going to Tianjin too?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu remained unconscious, Zhao Yonghe reached out and gently poked his arm.

He Yuzhu had no choice but to pretend that he had just been woken up and slowly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing? I was sleeping soundly!"

He deliberately mumbled in a muffled voice, expressing his dissatisfaction.

He Yuzhu pretended to rub his sleepy eyes, waiting until his expression became more awake.

Only then did he carefully examine Zhao Yonghe after his disguise, then feigned surprise and lowered his voice to say:

"You are... Zhao..."

"Shh-"

Zhao Yonghe quickly put his finger to his lips, signaling him to shut up.

"Where are you... going?"

He Yuzhu immediately lowered his voice even further and asked cautiously.

"Go to Tianjin."

Zhao Yonghe gave a brief answer, then immediately asked a question in return:

"By the way, why aren't you in school? Where are you going?"

"I graduated from middle school a long time ago, and now I plan to go to Tianjin to learn cooking."

He Yuzhu answered truthfully.

"Huh? You...you've already graduated from high school?"

"What, doesn't it look like it?"

"You do look alike, but your head is almost as big as mine! I had to look at you for ages before I dared to recognize you."

"Where have you been these past two years?"

"Sigh, it's a long story, best not to mention it! By the way, how is everything at home? Is the old lady still in good health?"

"Everything is fine, don't worry."

"That's good, that's good!"

Actually, Zhao Yonghe caught a glimpse of He Yuzhu while he was using the restroom.

He was sent to Tianjin to handle an unexpected situation and to take over as Wang Qiuping's new superior.

Back in his seat, he saw He Yuzhu across from him and was equally bewildered. It took him a long time to confirm that this was the same pillar from the Central Court.

But isn't Zhu Zi only twelve years old? This big boy in front of him seemed a bit absurd to him—what kind of twelve-year-old child could grow so tall?

If He Yuzhu hadn't spoken first, he would never have dared to step forward and acknowledge him.

Since the other party spoke first, and not wanting to attract attention, he took the opportunity to ask about the recent situation in the courtyard house after he left.

After all, he had lived there for quite some time and had a fairly good relationship with the He family.

However, when He Yuzhu saw him, he had a new plan in mind—he wanted to ask about Wang Qiuping's whereabouts.

She's a woman with a tragic fate, and perhaps I can lend a hand if necessary.

"Are you... going to see my Aunt Wang?"

"no."

Zhao Yonghe's expression changed slightly.

If he hadn't known that these were just ordinary children in the courtyard, he would have almost thought that his actions had been exposed.

"Then what are you going to Tianjin for?"

He Yuzhu continued to press for answers.

"Children shouldn't ask too many questions about adult matters."

"Tch, fine, I won't ask. But I still need to know where my Aunt Wang lives, right?"

"My mother told me that if I could find her, I should go and see her whenever I had time, to see if she was doing well."

"It's not convenient for her there."

"When I have time, I'll let her come see you."

"By the way, where are you going to learn to cook?"

Zhao Yonghe's expression was slightly unnatural, and his tone was somewhat perfunctory.

Huifanglou.

"A halal restaurant? Isn't your dad a Shandong cuisine chef?"

"Hehe, my dad says he can't teach me anymore."

He Yuzhu laughed.

"you mean……"

"That's exactly what you think!"

"Good lad, you've really got some skills!"

Zhao Yonghe gave him a thumbs up.

Just then, a flight attendant hurried past.

When he reached their seats, he pretended to trip and quickly made a gesture to Zhao Yonghe.

Zhao Yonghe's expression suddenly changed.

After the flight attendant left, he lowered his voice and said to He Yuzhu:

"Zhu Zi, I have some friends over there, I need to go check on them."

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy," He Yuzhu replied calmly.

Zhao Yonghe slowly stood up, and under He Yuzhu's slightly surprised gaze, picked up his suitcase and nodded slightly to him.

Immediately afterwards, he squeezed his way through the crowded aisle toward the back of the train.

Not long after, several more people squeezed in from the front of the car.

These people were dressed differently and had very different temperaments.

The man at the front was dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit, his forehead already damp with fine sweat, and a pen was pinned to his chest, giving him the air of a cadre.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eye, his hat pulled low, obscuring most of his face.

When the man's gaze swept over He Yuzhu, a fleeting look of surprise crossed his eyes before he continued to scan the crowded people.

"Where is he?" the man in the Zhongshan suit asked the scarred man in a deep voice.

"They got away!" the scarred man replied in a low voice.

"Hurry up and chase after them!" The man in the Zhongshan suit suddenly became stern.

"Make way! Get out of my way! Excuse me!" The scarred man, taking advantage of his size and brute force, shoved aside the passengers blocking his way.

His right hand was always pressed tightly against the bulging area at his waist, clearly indicating that he was hiding something.

The two young men following behind him, dressed in student-like clothes, had tense and extremely solemn expressions.

Both men had slight bulges around their waists, clearly indicating that they were also carrying weapons.

As these people hurried past, the previously noisy chatter in the carriage instantly fell silent.

The passengers instinctively shrank back and made way for each other, as if they could all sense the danger lurking in the air.

The scarred man rudely cleared the way ahead, while the man in the Zhongshan suit was left slightly behind.

After the group had walked away, He Yuzhu stood up, casually said "I need to pee," and then quietly followed behind them.

As he passed the carriage restroom, he saw that there were people inside, so he pretended to continue searching and squeezed into the carriage ahead.

He Yuzhu squeezed through two carriages and saw from afar that the scarred man had subdued a train attendant and was leading her forward.

He glanced closely and recognized the flight attendant's profile; she was the same person who had quietly informed Zhao Yonghe earlier.

He Yuzhu quickly lowered his body and, using the crowd as cover, quietly moved forward a few steps.

The narrow aisle was packed with passengers, and the commotion quickly caught the attention of the man in the Zhongshan suit who was lagging behind in the queue.

As soon as the man turned around, something came hurtling straight at his face.

He instinctively reached for his gun, but it was too late; he could only frantically reach out to grab it.

With that grab, a soft "poof" sound was heard, and the paper package instantly tore open.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a piercing scream: "Ah, my eyes!"

The pungent and acrid powder instantly filled the air, causing the surrounding passengers to cough repeatedly and the scene to descend into chaos.

He Yuzhu had already covered his mouth and nose tightly with a damp cloth, and put on the motorcycle goggles.

He discovered these goggles by chance when he was carefully checking the trunk after riding his motorcycle back that night.

There was actually a leather helmet in the box. Thinking about his previous experience of being exposed to the cold for nothing, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Taking advantage of the chaos, He Yuzhu quickly squeezed next to the man in the Zhongshan suit and deliberately pretended to stumble.

Then, a vicious elbow strike landed heavily on the opponent's chest.

The man immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Upon hearing the screams, the two accomplices dressed as students immediately drew their pistols and rushed towards the man in the Zhongshan suit.

But what greeted them were two more paper packages flying towards them.

The two were unable to dodge in time, and the paper package exploded in mid-air, sending up a large cloud of pungent powder.

They immediately began coughing violently and sneezing incessantly, unable to open their eyes at all.

Innocent passengers around them also suffered, with cries of pain and screams of agony from the panicked trampling echoing through the air.

This time, He Yuzhu threw away not chili powder, but a generous amount of powder made from a mixture of pepper powder and Sichuan peppercorn powder.

By the time the two men finally came to their senses from coughing, their guns had already been taken from them, and their arms had been dislocated.

Immediately afterwards, the two were knocked unconscious on the spot, without even being able to see the face of the person who attacked them.

The moment his two henchmen rushed to his aid, the scarred man pressed a pistol against the attendant's head and continued to push his way to the back of the train.

He cursed the man in the Zhongshan suit in his heart: "What a useless piece of trash!"

He knew in his heart that the other side's reinforcements must have arrived, and he only hoped that his men could buy him a little more time.

Since we were almost at the back of the car, once we caught the target, a single shot would solve the problem.

But to his utter surprise, his two henchmen were completely crippled in a single encounter.

Immediately afterwards, the flight attendant he had taken hostage suddenly began to fight back.

The scarred man raised his gun to fire a warning shot, but a bullet struck him precisely on the back of his hand with a "thud."

The pistol slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Then, he was caught off guard and hit hard in the groin with a knee strike by the flight attendant.

The intense pain instantly contorted his face.

But he was still unwilling to give up and tried to pick up the gun on the ground with his other hand, but the flight attendant stepped on his injured hand hard.

He Yuzhu glanced up and saw Lao Zhao hurrying over from the other side of the carriage.

Old Zhao was holding a broken piece of mop handle, which he had somehow gotten rid of. He aimed it at the scarred man's head and started smashing it repeatedly.

It's unclear whether the person was actually killed, but the man collapsed to the ground and never moved again.

Immediately afterwards, the flight attendant solemnly thanked Lao Zhao, claiming that it was thanks to his help that the hijacker was successfully subdued.

Subsequently, the train attendants mobilized the passengers present to tie up the remaining three robbers and lock them in the train's lounge.