A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 527 A single punch shatters Uncle Li's life.
"Shagen's bag is in his hands!"

Wang Li tugged hard at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo patted Wang Li's arm, his eyes fixed on Uncle Li. "I know, you go first. I'll handle him."

“Let’s take him down together!” Wang Li pulled out a razor blade.

“Don’t go. I’ll take care of Shagen’s matter for you. Listen to me, I don’t want our child to be born in prison. That’s the greatest punishment in the world.”

Wang Li stopped moving.

Wang Bo pushed Wang Li onto the roof of the vehicle and stood on top of the carriage. "Let's go, leave here, take the child and go."

Wang Li kissed him passionately, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "Don't leave me and the child!"

"I know, you should leave."

Wang Bo smiled, and Wang Li lay down on the train and jumped into a puddle of water.

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Wang Bo sat in the aisle, staring at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li crawled forward, gradually getting closer to Wang Bo.

"Don't block the way!" Uncle Li said with an elegant smile.

Wang Bo calmly said, "Put down Shagen's bag."

"impossible."

Wang Bo raised his hand, "Do you think you can get past me?"

Uncle Li stared intently at Wang Bo, then lifted his backpack. "I want to give it a try."

"Kid, I've killed a few people, one more or one less. Why risk your life for a stranger?"

"Accumulate virtue and do good deeds."

"What?" Uncle Li was taken aback.

"Do good deeds for the sake of the children."

"I think you've got maggots in your brain. Would a thief say something like that? Since you're looking for death, then come on."

Uncle Li became serious, and his right claw hook swung as he charged towards Wang Bo.

The green train clattered and rattled forward.

Wang Bo's right hand was on his waist, his fingertips still covered in rust.

He stared at Uncle Li, whose eyes gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Uncle Li didn't move. His left hand rested lightly on the iron frame, his knuckles clenched white, while his right hand was hidden in the sleeve of his dark blue Zhongshan suit.

Wang Bo smirked, a hint of arrogance in his smile, and suddenly flicked a coin from his left hand, sending it spinning towards Uncle Li's face.

This was just a ruse; he had already pounced on him like an arrow, his right hand grabbing the package on Uncle Li's waist.

It contained Shagen's hard-earned money.

Uncle Li was prepared; he tilted his head to the side, and the coin flew past his ear.

It crashed into the carriage wall with a clang.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his fingers bent like hooks, locking onto Wang Bo's wrist. The fine powder on his fingernails flashed under the light; it was a numbing powder.

Wang Bo twisted his body suddenly, using his left arm to block, and his elbow slammed into Uncle Li's ribs.

Uncle Li took a half step back, his toes hooking onto the mop in the aisle, the mop handle sweeping towards Wang Bo's ankle with the wind.

Wang Bo jumped up, his knee aimed at Uncle Li's chest, but Uncle Li blocked it with his forearm. The two collided with a loud thud.

In the narrow passage, the two figures were intertwined, the corners of their Zhongshan suits and Wang Bo's jackets rustling loudly. Every time they turned, blocked, or rushed forward, they caught the gaps when the train swayed.

Uncle Li's moves were very cunning, always targeting Wang Bo's vitals.

Wang Bo, with sheer grit, punched with every blow aimed at flesh, each impact making the metal plates of the carriage hum.

Suddenly, Uncle Li seized the opportunity when Wang Bo threw a punch, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and reached into his pocket with lightning speed with his right hand.

That's where Wang Bo's most handy lock-picking tools are kept.

Wang Bo, quick-witted, bent down and slammed his forehead into Uncle Li's nose. Uncle Li groaned, let go, and stepped back, blood gushing from his nose.

"interesting."

Uncle Li wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes grew even colder, and suddenly opened his arms, his ten fingers moving nimbly, so fast that they were just shadows.

Wang Bo's heart tightened, and he dared not be careless. He put his hands in front of his chest and stared intently at Uncle Li's every move.

Just then, the train entered the tunnel, and suddenly it was pitch black, and you couldn't see anything. The only sounds were the two of them breathing and the rustling of their clothes, which were particularly clear in the silence.

"boom!"

The sound of the train scraping against the tunnel wall had barely begun when Wang Bo felt a chill on his chest; Uncle Li's hand was already inside his clothes.

Without hesitation, he raised his leg and slammed his knee into Uncle Li's stomach, while simultaneously punching Uncle Li's shoulder blade with his right fist. The sound of bones clashing against bones echoed in the darkness. Uncle Li paused for a moment, and Wang Bo took the opportunity to break free. When the train emerged from the tunnel and the light came on, he saw that Uncle Li's shoulder was slightly hunched, clearly injured.

But Uncle Li didn't back down. He pounced on Wang Bo and pinned him against the carriage wall. The package slipped out of Wang Bo's arms, fell to the ground with a thud, and slid down the aisle.

Their eyes lit up at the same time, and they both wanted to grab it.

Wang Bo pressed his knee against Uncle Li's stomach and pushed against his chest with both hands, while Uncle Li pressed Wang Bo's neck with his elbow. The two were frozen in the narrow space, their faces very close, each wanting the other to die there.

"I can't die, my wife and children are waiting for me. Old ghost, you can die now."

The train suddenly braked hard, and the inertia caused the two people to fall forward at the same time.

Wang Bo reacted quickly, using the momentum to roll to the side and reach for the package.

Uncle Li didn't hesitate either, crawling over on his hands and feet, his fingers almost touching the package.

Suddenly, the two unleashed their deadly attacks at close range.

Wang Bo concealed a needle within his embroidery, protruding a blade that slashed towards Uncle Li's carotid artery.

Uncle Li leaned back instantly, his right iron hook suddenly shot out, grazing Wang Bo's neck before he yanked him sharply.

"Kid, you're dead."

Wang Bo glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart turned completely cold.

His mind raced through images of his entire life.

"In the end, this is how it all ends. Good people don't live long... Wife, raise the child... I'm leaving..."

But the next second, there was no expected coldness or the flow of blood after a major artery was ruptured.

When Wang Bo opened his eyes, he saw Uncle Li still holding the grappling hook in his right hand, his eyes glazed over.

"So you'll need a long time. I've saved your life."

Feng Yuxiu squatted in the aisle, looking at him with a slight smile.

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment, "Brother...you..."

"It's stupid, but not too stupid... How about doing me a favor? If you do it well, your criminal record will be wiped clean."

Wang Bo found his brother increasingly mysterious.

"You say."

"You two go to Hong Kong for me. I don't need you to do anything, just find some work... I'll give you the money."

"Go to Hong Kong?" Wang Bo was taken aback.

Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly.

Wang Bo lowered his head and began to think. After a long while, he raised his head and asked, "Can you really clear my name?"

“Okay, I agree, but going to Hong Kong requires a lot of procedures with the Hong Kong and Macau Pass... after all, it has only been a few years since the handover.”

“I know that Hong Kong is in chaos right now, and there are a lot of gangsters. You don’t need to get involved. Just live quietly.”

“Okay. Then this…” Wang Bo turned to look at Uncle Li.

"It's alright, go wait in the carriage, I'll take you out. If you're going to leave, do it openly and honestly."

Looking at the brother in front of him who was a few years younger than him, Wang Bo actually chose to believe him.

Every word and action of this person makes you feel that this is how things should be done.

Without saying a word, Wang Bo turned around, climbed to the top of his private room, and jumped down.

Feng Yuxiu casually tossed Shagen's backpack from a distance, and it landed right on the ventilation duct. The backpack slammed down heavily and fell directly under Shagen's bed.

Feng Yuxiu crouched down and walked up to Uncle Li, a smile on his face. "Can't move now, huh? My flying needles are pretty good, aren't they? Too bad, your group of thieves are too bad at it. If you were a martial arts master, I would really have to give you a show."

Uncle Li's eyes darted around, staring at Feng Yuxiu with resentment.

"After looking at it for so many days, I'm quite satisfied. Well then... I'll see you off."

Feng Yuxiu's smiling right hand suddenly slammed down.

Click.

Uncle Li's neck was broken in an instant, and he died instantly with his head lolling to the side.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and jumped down from the ventilation opening in Shagen's private room.

He then opened the door to the private room and went out.

The train has stopped.

The area outside was packed with police officers.

Captain Li's pupils contracted when he saw Feng Yuxiu walk out of Shagen's private room.

(End of this chapter)