Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 12 Black-on-Black

"Gulp."

Chen Zhuo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, the sound startling even himself.

Fortunately, the noise from those people working was loud, and their shouts while moving the meat drowned out the noise from this side.

Compared to those bloody raw pork skewers, this ready-made cooked food in front of me is simply a deadly temptation.

If he doesn't eat something, he might really not be able to leave this warehouse.

Chen Zhuo's expression changed.

If the way he looked at the mouse just now was like a hungry wolf, then the way he looks at that plate of roast chicken now is like a gluttonous beast.

It was a kind of greed that wanted to swallow the whole plate.

We'll give it our all.

Starving to death is death, being beaten to death is death.

Better to die a full-bodied ghost.

Chen Zhuo didn't rush in to snatch it; that would be suicide. His current physical strength simply couldn't withstand a fierce battle.

Although my mind was somewhat sluggish due to the lack of sugar, it became exceptionally clear in this life-or-death situation.

He observed the situation.

Two people were less than three meters from the table. Two porters had just carried meat into the warehouse, and three others were unloading goods from the truck.

Opportunity is fleeting.

Chen Zhuo picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and weighed it in his hand.

A flick of the wrist.

A hidden strength is emerging.

"Whoosh—"

The stone traced a parabola and struck the windshield of a truck in the distance with pinpoint accuracy.

"Splash!"

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the night sky.

"Who?!"

"Damn! Who smashed the car?!"

The porters were startled and stopped what they were doing. Several beams of flashlight beams shone directly at the truck.

"Let's go check it out! Maybe someone's stealing oil over there! There are so many oil thieves these days!"

Several people ran towards the truck, cursing and swearing.

Right in that gap.

Chen Zhuo darted out of the shadows like a raccoon dog.

There was no sound of wind.

The "Cat Climbing a Tree" move in Xingyi Quan emphasizes landing silently.

He slid close to the wall, using the stack of crates as cover, and reached the table.

The movements were fluid and incredibly fast.

He snatched the greasy newspaper from the table, and as if by magic, he instantly rolled up the roast chicken, the stack of flatbreads, and the plate of braised pig's head into it.

In the instant he turned around, he even casually grabbed half a pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes from the table.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

succeed!

"Who goes there?!"

At that moment, one of them suddenly turned around and felt as if his vision was blurry.

"Huh? Was I seeing things?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the table again.

empty.

"Holy crap?!"

His scream startled everyone around him.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's the chicken?! Where's the meat?!"

"It was just there a moment ago! What the hell?!"

Several burly men gathered around, staring at the empty table, exchanging bewildered glances, a chill running down their spines.

This is inhuman! It's like they've been possessed by a rat spirit!

Meanwhile, Chen Zhuo, already clutching his bag of spoils, moved like a slippery eel among the jumbled cargo boxes and abandoned machinery, disappearing into the darkness in a few leaps.

Ten minutes later.

A dark corner.

Chen Zhuo leaned against the cold cement wall, panting heavily.

The food in his arms was still warm and emitted an irresistible aroma.

He didn't even have time to wash his hands; they were still covered in mud and grime from crawling.

He grabbed the roast chicken and took a bite out of the leg.

"Click."

Chew it up, bones and all.

The tenderness of the chicken, the richness of its fat, and the aroma of the bone marrow explode in your mouth.

In that instant, Chen Zhuo felt as if he had ascended to heaven.

So delicious.

It smells so good it makes you want to cry.

Chen Zhuo ate ravenously, completely disregarding his image.

A bite of roast chicken, a bite of flatbread, and then a handful of braised pig's head meat stuffed into my mouth.

His cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and even chewing seemed superfluous; he wished he could just swallow it whole.

The fire burning in his stomach, making his internal organs convulse, finally met water.

As the food entered my stomach, that sense of security quickly transformed into a warm current that flowed through my blood vessels to my limbs and bones.

My stiff fingers began to warm up, my blurred vision cleared up again, and my heart stopped pounding.

A whole chicken, a pound of pork head meat, and five large flatbreads.

In less than ten minutes, he had eaten it all up.

He even picked up and ate the bits of meat and sesame seeds that fell on his clothes, one by one.

"call……"

Chen Zhuo let out a long breath, leaned against the wall, and touched his stomach, which finally felt a little better.

Came alive.

This feeling is like a drowning person finally surfacing and breathing air again.

Although I was still a little tired, the feeling of exhaustion that threatened to kill me at any moment had disappeared. In its place was a feeling of abundant energy.

He pulled out the half-pack of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes he had just swiped from his pocket and lit one.

Take a deep breath.

The pungent smoke swirled in my lungs before I slowly exhaled.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes gleamed sharply in the darkness.

Came alive.

"These people who deal in watered-down meat are no saints either."

Chen Zhuo thought to himself.

Although he had stolen food from the thugs, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

It's only natural for thieves to eat thieves.

In this world of martial arts, the law of the jungle prevails. If he hadn't managed to snag this meal today, he'd probably be food for those rats by now.

After resting for a while, my strength had recovered to about 70-80%.

Chen Zhuo stood up and patted the dirt off his bottom.

I have to go back and find that old tricycle; it's my livelihood, I can't lose it.

He retraced his steps, carefully avoiding the people who were still shouting and searching, and found the tricycle lying on the side of the road.

I picked up the bike and gave it a try.

Fortunately, although the rear tire was completely flat and the wheel was grinding against the ground, it was still possible to push it along.

Pushing the cart out of the dark alley, you'll find yourself on a brightly lit street.

It was already past nine o'clock at night.

The snowstorm didn't stop; instead, it intensified. Large, fluffy snowflakes danced in the air, as if trying to cover up all the filth of the world. The streetlights cast long, yellow shadows, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Chen Zhuo wrapped his cotton-padded coat tighter and was about to walk towards the tenement.

We hadn't gone far when the noise from the intersection ahead reached our ears.

"You shameless woman! You don't know what's good for you, do you?"

"Stop acting all high and mighty! What's wrong with coming dance with us? It's not like we're making you do anything else!"

"Help! What are you doing! Let go! I have a boyfriend!"

The woman's scream was choked with sobs.

Very familiar.

Chen Zhuo paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

Through the dim yellow light of the street lamp, he saw three young men in military overcoats arguing and pulling at a girl not far ahead.

The girl was wearing a thick blue cotton-padded coat, had two braids, and was carrying a net bag. An aluminum lunchbox inside the bag fell to the ground, the lid popped open, and the food spilled all over the floor.

Lin Xiaoman.

Chen Zhuo sighed.

He looked down at his greasy hands, which had just handled the roast chicken, and then at the panicked figure in the distance.

In this world, the tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease.

I had just filled my stomach when trouble came knocking.

If it were ten minutes ago, he wouldn't even be able to stand properly; right now, he would definitely prefer to avoid trouble.

but now……

He recalled that this girl hadn't avoided him like other people would, but had instead spoken well of him in the courtyard.

In this world, people's hearts are thinner than paper.

This small act of kindness is hotter than burning coals in the freezing cold.

Moreover, having eaten a full meal gives you a bit of energy that you don't know where to put it.

These clueless fools are good for him to digest his food.