Chapter 15 Jiang Lai: The audience is coming!

Winter nights always come quickly, the setting sun struggles in the sky, the twilight slowly swallows up the light. Street lights are lit one by one, the cold wind makes people feel cold, and there are almost no people on this street.

However, no matter how cold the wind was, it could not sober up the drunk hooligans on the street.

They staggered in the alley, counting the scattered money in their hands and muttering, "What's going on... Damn, how come the money is gone so quickly..."

The red-haired hooligans put their hands heavily on the shoulders of the people next to them: "Don't worry if you run out of flowers, just go get some more! Kato-kun!"

"Go home and get it? Ah, that means I still have to walk a long way... I don't know if my dad will give me money again. He kicked me out last time. I'm his biological son!" The young man named Kato burped and said.

"No need to go home to get it." The red-haired gangster shook his finger, grinned, and said vaguely, "Just find someone on the roadside to - 'borrow' some money!" He deliberately emphasized the word "borrow" to indicate a meaning that was not the original meaning.

The man in the duckbill cap on the other side agreed. He flicked the brim of his hat and said proudly, "I'm familiar with this road. There are no cameras on the street, and the person in charge of the nearby police station is my uncle. So--"

"It's perfect to find someone to 'borrow' some money from!"

They looked at each other and laughed out loud.

In the evening, there were almost no pedestrians on this road, and the cars passing by sped by without any sign of slowing down or stopping.

They waited in the alley for less than a minute before they began to get impatient.

"Really, there's not even a ghost here, it's freezing to death. Just find a house and dig in and get some. I know there's an old man living in a small house on the street in front. He's the only one in that house. I can Go to his house and touch whatever you want.”

"We have to walk another street? ... Tsk, fine, let's go - oh, someone's outside!!"

The gangster in the duckbill cap was the first to notice the passerby walking briskly outside!

——The person passing by here was an ordinary black-haired young man, with a few soft strands of hair close to his forehead, holding a medium-sized shopping bag in his hand. He seemed to have walked a long distance, his eyes half-closed, panting slightly, and white mist coming out of his mouth.

He looks like one of those weak clerks who sits in an office all year round and doesn't exercise much.

The left pocket of his coat was slightly bulging, revealing a corner of a brown wallet.

All these characteristics indicate that this is a suitable target that is easy to attack.

The smiles on the faces of the hooligans in the alley gradually grew bigger, and they quickened their pace as they moved towards the scene with staggering steps.

This was not the first time for the three men to commit blackmail, so their actions were naturally smooth. They were scattered yet close together, blocking the black-haired young man's path.

After his way was blocked, the passerby finally stopped.

"Hey, it's a nice day today, isn't it?" The red-haired thug said something casually. He pressed on, forcing the target in front of him to move to the side alley. "Since the weather is nice and we met by chance - it just so happens that we are a little short of money now, why don't you lend us some?"

Although the words were polite, the red-haired gangster's expression was not friendly at all.

He held his head high and proudly like a big goose, and the golden nose ring gleamed brightly in the afterglow of the sun.

"Yeah, yeah, meeting is fate. Can you give us some money to go out for a drink?"

Next to him, the man named Kato and the man in the duck cap were talking in the same nonchalant manner, and they moved closer and forced the black-haired passerby into a dimly lit alley.

The black-haired young man carrying the shopping bag did not say anything. He stepped back step by step, blending into the shadows deep in the alley. He did not stop until his back hit the wall.

"Don't run back, just hand over your wallet and we won't make it difficult for you." The gangster named Kato said, stretching his hand forward, still smelling of alcohol, "Give me the money! Hurry up!"

The black-haired young man, Jiang Lai, finally raised his head and smiled: "Why should I give it to you?"

"Huh? Why are you giving it to me?" The gangster named Kato scratched his ear and said righteously, "Of course we want to drink!"

"Oh." Jiang Lai said, "But what does it have to do with me?"

"You..." The man named Kato seemed to be irritated by the calm posture of the person in front of him, but the influence of alcohol made him mutter threatening words without clear thoughts, and he just stared with bloodshot eyes.

The red-haired thug next to him pushed Kato aside and took a step forward. He said fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to be stabbed, just move faster!"

He had taken out a finely crafted imitation military folding knife, the sharp blade reflecting a cold light, looking quite threatening.

Facing the blade so close, Jiang Lai's warm brown eyes blinked, and he didn't seem afraid. He tilted his head slightly, but still didn't move.

"Hey! Can't you hear me? Asshole!" Feeling ignored, the red-haired punk roared, veins bulging on his neck.

"..." The black-haired young man raised his eyes, but remained calm, with a look of composure, as if he was watching a farce that was being performed.

"You're looking for death!!!" The red-haired gangster was furious when he was stared at with this expression. His mind, which was impacted by alcohol, encouraged him to swing his arms and stab the folding knife straight forward -!

The sound of breaking air lasted only for a moment, however, the imagined sound of piercing clothes and penetrating the human body did not occur.

The folding knife that was about to pierce through was stuck in mid-air, and the sharp tip of the knife stopped less than a centimeter away from the human body and could not move at all!

It was as if there was an invisible barrier standing in between.

"What?" The knife-wielding thug was stunned for a moment. He clenched his teeth, his arms trembling, and continued to try to stab forward in defiance.

But the tip of the knife was still hanging one centimeter in front of the black-haired young man and no longer moved forward.

How is this possible!? You must be kidding! Kato and the man in the duck cap stared at the scene in astonishment.

The shock brought by the unbelievable scene made the alcohol in the heads of several people dissipate a lot. They all stared with wide eyes, their hearts beating like drums.

In front of him, Jiang Lai raised his hand with an indifferent expression and grasped the wrist of the red-haired gangster holding the knife.

——What was inconsistent with his weak appearance just now was the instant strength he showed when he grabbed the opponent's wrist!

"Hiss——!" The red-haired gangster was so painful and nervous that he let go unconsciously. The metal folding knife fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound, as if it was hitting his heart.

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, bringing the cold winter air up along the trouser legs and into the deep of the cuffs, making Kato and the man in the duckbill cap behind them feel cold all over.

...or maybe it's not the wind that's making people feel cold.

They stumbled back two steps, showing signs of trying to escape.

The black-haired young man in front of him curled his lips and smiled, and the hunter took off the skin of his prey.

"Why are you running?" he whispered.

——

Jiang Lai, who had been able to handle the winery missions in the scientific world with ease, was essentially a professional technician, but he certainly had a lot of fighting skills.

It was no problem for him to deal with three drunk and slightly armed street thugs.

After creating the basic suspension scene, Jiang Lai acted without hesitation and knocked down the three people in front of him neatly - the speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Of course he didn't kill him, but he beat him mercilessly. Jiang Lai was never polite to this kind of social scum who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

As for whether these three guys would call the police... Jiang Lai was not worried.

They were the ones who initiated the robbery. Moreover, judging from what they saw just now, these three people were extremely scared of his extraordinary suspension behavior. They probably thought that after he left, they would get up and run away without caring about whether to call the police or not.

After running away, she might still feel uneasy, worrying that the black-haired young man would come back to take revenge one day when he was in a bad mood.

Besides, there was no surveillance on this street. Even if there was, Jiang Lai was confident that he could perfectly clear the records of nearby cameras and leave no trace of his presence.

In short, we have a lot of experience in handling scientific tasks.

"The suspension just now was very timely." Jiang Lai did not forget to pick up his shopping bag and said to Mr. Ghost beside him, "Thank you."

They spoke in low voices, basically only each other could hear them.

"It's my duty." Fushiguro replied lazily, and then said slowly and vaguely, "...But you trust me. Aren't you afraid that I will let you go?"

"Of course you are a qualified bounty hunter." Jiang Lai first made a superficial compliment, then said calmly, "You don't do things that don't make money and are meaningless. It's obvious that letting me get hurt is of no benefit to you."

Mr. Gui snorted and laughed, as if to indicate his agreement with Jiang Lai's words.

He floated to the side and leisurely changed the subject, commenting: "The attack was accurate and fast. He looks like a veteran."

"Yeah." Jiang Lai responded simply, without revealing any more personal experiences.

He was still lowering his head to arrange the items in his shopping bag, and he accidentally kicked the three men when he knocked them down.

After finishing the simple arrangement, Jiang Lai said with a smile: "It's all thanks to your cooperation, isn't it?"

However, this time, Fushiguro Shigeru did not answer, his eyes were staring straight ahead.

Jiang Lai seemed to be able to sense something from this sudden change in the atmosphere. He shifted his focus away from the shopping bag in his hand, adjusted his expression, raised his head calmly, and looked straight ahead like Mr. Ghost beside him.

Beyond the extended shadow, at the alley entrance, stood a familiar figure. The last golden red of the setting sun coated the body of the sea urchin-headed boy.

He was holding a backpack in his hands, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight. I could only catch a glimpse of the corners of his lips which were stretched into a straight line.

It's Megumi Fushiguro.