The girl with the radiant smile.
The girl selling zongzi.
The girl who got her money stolen by a pickpocket.
Yan Wei.
Zhang Qiang even clearly remembered her name. That day, her hands and feet were bleeding, but she stubbornly refused to disinfect them. He fetched disinfectant, repeatedly urging her not to leave, but when he walked out, Yan Wei was gone.
Unexpectedly, after coming full circle, he met Yan Wei again. Is this really what’s called fate?
The situation became more chaotic; they were soon approaching the station. If this matter wasn’t resolved before reaching the station, there’s a chance the train chaos might escalate, and if his grandmother heard about it, she would be worried.
This issue must be resolved before reaching the station.
Zhang Qiang was contemplating feasible options, considering how to rescue the hostage in the safest and most secure manner.
"Stop the train, immediately find me a car, or I’ll kill her."
The pickpocket was doing this for the first time and was very nervous. Once caught, his first reaction was fear. Without much thought, he figured taking a hostage would pose a threat and ensure his safety.
As for reaching the station, the pickpocket didn’t dare to go. Once off the train, he’d be caught, but here in the wild, they couldn’t capture him.
However, the pickpocket’s scheme was met with the helpless response of the train patrol: "A train is not a car that stops at will. Let’s talk, please put the knife down."
"Why can’t it stop?" The pickpocket, being unreasonable, threatened the patrol, insisting on stopping or he’d kill her.
The patrol tried to reason with him.
The scene was chaotic as the pickpocket even threatened to kill everyone in the compartment unless they stopped the train.
The crowd, valuing their lives, instinctively backed away.
Soon, Zhang Qiang had an idea. He pulled out a one yuan coin from his pocket. Seizing the moment while the pickpocket was negotiating with the patrol, he threw the coin.
The coin seemed to have eyes, accurately striking the pickpocket’s wrist.
The pickpocket felt a sharp pain in his wrist and couldn’t hold the knife.
It was then.
Zhang Qiang stepped forward, his body agile like the wind. Before anyone realized, he’d already brought Yan Wei into his arms and kicked the pickpocket into the train aisle.
Zhang Qiang embraced Yan Wei’s waist, landing safely, with his foot pressing on the pickpocket’s back. He said, "With hands and feet, yet living by theft, don’t you feel ashamed?"
"Who are you to meddle?"
The pickpocket tried to find trouble with Zhang Qiang, but Zhang Qiang’s foot felt like a mountain pressing on him.
From Zhang Qiang throwing the coin to subduing the pickpocket, the entire process happened in the blink of an eye. Once everyone came to their senses, applause erupted, praising Zhang Qiang’s prowess.
Once Yan Wei was held hostage with the knife to her neck, she thought she was doomed, but Zhang Qiang seemed to have descended from the sky.
Yan Wei stared blankly at Zhang Qiang, with only one thought in her mind—he had saved her again.
"Are you okay?"
Zhang Qiang saw Yan Wei’s dazed expression and thought she’d been frightened. He let go of her, helped her to stand, and gently reassured her: "It’s okay now, you’re safe."



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