"What are you glaring at me for? Huh? You think I'm afraid of you? You bunch of intellectuals, getting all high and mighty now?"

Lu Zhanheng's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Qian Ming, standing beside him, tugged at him and shook his head slightly. He turned to look at Lü Yong. "Comrade, whatever mistakes we've made, the state will handle them. Even if you don't like us, it's nothing."

However, you shouldn't waste food. This food was grown grain by grain by the people; it's not good for you to squander it like this.”

"You stinking intellectual, how dare you cuckold me! Just you wait..."

Lu Yong was furious and reached out to hit Qian Ming on the head. His hand was raised high, but before it could land on Qian Ming's head, it inexplicably veered off course and slammed solidly onto his own head.

With a loud thud, Lü Yong felt dizzy and the pain in his head made him unsteady on his feet. He staggered a few steps and then fell down into the aisle with a thud.

It felt as if someone had tripped him at his feet and shoved him hard from behind. Lü Yong's body lurched forward a considerable distance, getting quite a distance from Tang Yue and the others.

Lu Yong let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, and then kept groaning and crying out. Lu Zhanheng and Qian Ming were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, none of them making a move. This whole thing seemed quite strange.

However, the person was quite far away from them now, and it was quieter here, so the group sat back down.

Qian Ming picked up the pancakes from the ground, broke off the dirty parts, and handed them to the group, who then continued eating.

While Lü Yong was causing trouble here, a small incident also occurred on Tang Yue's side.

The two thieves gave Lü Yong money to cause trouble for a few intellectuals, drawing everyone's attention to this side of the train. The two thieves thought that someone would stand up and come over to watch the commotion.

However, they did not expect that the people in this carriage were so timid that not a single one dared to come over and watch the commotion.

This hindered their subsequent actions. However, the die was cast and the die had to be cast.

We've already come this far; in just two more stops we'll be in Beijing. It'll be even more inconvenient after we get off the train.

So, while Lü Yong was making his move against Qian Ming, the two thieves took advantage of the crowd's attention being focused on them and reached for the two baskets on their backs.

Tang Yue appeared to be watching the commotion across the street, but her mind was constantly on the two thieves.

Seeing their hands reach for the baskets on their backs, which contained several pistols, Tang Yue channeled her spiritual energy into flying needles and shot them directly at the two men. A piercing pain immediately shot through their arms.