Chapter 30 — The Tide Turns
Years of Heartflutter · Page 1 of 3
This sudden turn of events left the three remaining thugs on the bus utterly dumbfounded. What on earth had just happened? In the blink of an eye, two men were down, and one of them was their boss, Baldy. Most unbelievable of all, Baldy's gun had actually blown its barrel—how could anything be that uncanny?
Since he had already made his move, Yang Shuoxuan had no intention of letting them off now. Otherwise, wouldn't he have acted for nothing? His philosophy was simple: either don't do a thing at all, or do it to perfection.
Yang Ce rose to his feet and, giving no thought to how Baldy or the fourth man felt, simply stepped over their heads and walked toward the front of the coach. Fortunately, both men were out cold, so being trodden on by Yang Puqi caused them little pain—except that a huge footprint now adorned Baldy's shiny bald pate.
"Get him!" One of the three thugs up front saw Yang Ce approaching and shot a glance at the other two.
To be honest, they had never taken Yang Ce seriously, regarding him as nothing more than a jock. The only reason he had taken down the fourth man was that the lecherous fool had been too hot-headed and fallen for the kid's trick.
As for what had happened to Baldy, these three were convinced it had nothing whatsoever to do with Yan—the man had simply been unlucky enough to have his gun blow its barrel. So they weren't particularly afraid now. Seeing Baldy on the ground, and the fourth man knocked unconscious by this kid as well, only made them angrier.
"Hey, kid, got a death wish, have you?" The second brother glared, jabbing his wooden club at Yang Ce. "Daring to hit the fourth brother that hard—I'd say you want to die!"
"Wait." Yang Ce suddenly raised a hand and cut the man off.
"Wait—wait for what? Realized you're scared now?" The second brother leered at Yang Ce. "Too late! If you'd known this day would come, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. Young people are so impulsive—impulse is the devil, and one slip leads to eternal regret!"
"Stop." Yang Xutang was getting a headache from all the rambling and cut in hurriedly. "I don't think you've grasped the situation here."
"What situation?" The second brother blinked.
"Your boss is lying on the floor right now, life or death unknown, and you've still got the leisure to stand here jawing with me?" Yang Ce sneered. "Delay much longer, and I'm afraid your boss is going to croak."
"Second brother, he seems to have a point. We'd better get the boss to the hospital fast!" another thug reminded the second brother.
"Third brother, don't listen to his nonsense. The boss just blew up his hand, he's in no danger of dying," the second brother said. "First let's beat this kid to death, then we'll talk."
Yang Ce was speechless. Were these guys really this stupid? Half their boss's hand had been blown off, and they thought he was fine? Give him a little longer and the blood loss alone might finish him off.
But he had already warned them—whether Baldy lived or died now had nothing to do with Yan.
"Mengyan, call the police. Have them wait at the expressway exit," Yang Minlan instructed Chen Shutang at the back of the coach.
Chen Shutang nodded and hurriedly pulled out her phone to call her father.
"Motherf—, you dare call the cops?" Seeing Chen Shutang pull out her phone, the second brother panicked at once. He lunged to shove Yang Ce aside and stop her, only to find that Yang Ce wouldn't budge—and the next instant something cold pressed against his neck.
"Move and you die," Yang Ce said coldly. In his hand was a Swiss Army knife, its tip pressed right against the second brother's throat.
"W-what are you doing?" The second brother nearly jumped out of his skin, staring at Yang Ce in disbelief. He had never imagined this young man could be so ruthless as to threaten him with a blade.
"What am I doing? You tell me. Try moving and you'll find out," Yang Linyue said flatly.