Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 311 It’s Over
People were lying all over the ground, and there were cries of agony everywhere.

Xu Qin gripped her phone, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief.

She made three phone calls: one to the local police station, one to her team, and one to her team leader.

From beginning to end, it shouldn't have taken more than ten minutes, and it turned out like this?
The scene was one of utter devastation, filled with piercing wails...

Oh no... Lin Sicheng is injured?
Covered in blood...

Xu Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran over.

On the other side, Jing Zeyang's eyes bulged wildly, his pupils flashing with excitement.

At first, he thought that Lin Sicheng would be half-dead if he didn't die today, and Jing Zeyang had even figured out how to avenge Lin Sicheng.

I never imagined that Lin Sicheng would be so brave and fierce.
One blow after another, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight were crippled...

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Jing Zeyang subconsciously lifted his foot. But as soon as he took a step, he remembered that two hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.

He reached out and patted him: "Fang Jin, you better let me go!"

Fang Jin not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip even more: "Brother Jing, you'll only be throwing your life away. Teacher Lin will have to focus on saving you... so don't cause any trouble!"

Jing Zeyang was both amused and exasperated: "They've already finished fighting, why would I add to the chaos?"

Finished?
Fang Jin glanced over and froze: Was it really over?

He took a deep breath: "Just as I expected!"

"As expected? You knew all along that Cousin Lin was such a good fighter?"

Fang Jin nodded.

In his panic, Fang Jin only remembered when Lin Sicheng jumped down from the door lintel and grabbed the gun: During the New Year, Lin Sicheng fought five opponents, he was unarmed, and his opponents had switchblades...

Fang Jin gave a brief explanation, and Jing Zeyang's eyes lit up as he listened.

He subconsciously recalled a long time ago when he saw Lin Sicheng and Fang Jin practicing boxing in the hotel garden, and he jokingly said: "Cousin Lin, if you practice your boxing well, how many people can you take on?"
Lin Sicheng's serious expression: If we don't have guns, four or five.

At that time, Jing Zeyang thought: This child has only been in the capital for a few days, and although he hasn't learned anything else, he has picked up the habit of boasting that people in the capital have mastered.

But he only learned today that Lin Sicheng was not just capable of taking on four or five people; there were at least seventeen or eighteen people with knives here today.

They even actually had guns.

For an ordinary person, let alone facing difficulties head-on, just being able to stand firm without their legs trembling or their heart pounding is enough to earn them the title of a hero.

He called over all the well-known veterans in Beijing: faced with more than a dozen burly men charging at him, more than a dozen knives slashing at him, and even a shotgun pointed at him, would he dare to fight?

Let alone fighting, if he can stand up straight and not run away, Jing Zeyang would dare to kneel down and call him father.

Only then did Jing Zeyang fully believe that Lin Sicheng had truly single-handedly entered the lion's den and wiped out a group of armed tomb raiders in Xijing.

So what are a dozen knives and a shotgun? When faced with a dozen long guns, short guns, and explosives, Lin Sicheng still dared to fight...

Oh right...trolls?
Jing Zeyang snapped back to his senses, his eyes searching the ground like lightning.

After scanning the area twice, he quickly took two steps and picked up the gun.

Huh... it really is a fake gun?
The problem is that the barrel is wrapped up so tightly that unless you hold it in your hand, who would know it's a fake gun?
Think back to that time, when the dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at Lin Sicheng, yet he resolutely lunged forward.

Could Lin Sicheng have known it was a fake gun back then? Bullshit, he was risking his life.

If it were true, anytime, anywhere, boom... Lin Sicheng's head would be blown apart... This would be a million times more dangerous than when he used his last blow to knock down seven or eight people in a row, and finally kicked that guy named Jiu Ge.

They wouldn't even dare to portray something like that on TV...

In the past, Jing Zeyang often read in books: "Single-handedly, he took the head of a general from a million-strong army as if no one was there..." He always thought that the ancients were really bragging. They were scared to death, yet they took the head of the enemy general.

But I only found out today that there are actually people who can do it.

Suddenly, Jing Zeyang trembled all over.

He held the gun barrel and walked towards Lin Sicheng, but stopped after taking only two steps, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Wait... how the hell did they end up hugging?
Tang Nanyan, if Ye Anning finds out about this, she'll tear you apart...

Hmm...it seems she wasn't hugging him, but rather wrapping Lin Sicheng's arms around his?
Oh my god, Lin Sicheng is injured?
He had seen blood on Lin Sicheng before, but not this much, so he assumed it belonged to someone else.

Looking at it now, her entire upper body was covered in blood, and no matter how Tang Nanyan tried to wipe it clean, she couldn't get it off.

The water was dripping down, soaking half of the waistband of my pants.

He was startled and rushed over, but when he was only five or six steps away, Tang Nanyan suddenly turned around, her eyes like knives: "Get out of my way."

Jing Zeyang's heart skipped a beat: He had a feeling that this woman's gaze could kill.
It's not like I hired someone to kill you.
Sensing something was amiss, Jing Zeyang quietly changed direction, intending to go around it.

Tang Nanyan didn't turn around, but it was as if she could see him: "Stand there and don't move. If you dare come any closer, I'll let you lie down for a while too..."

Is this woman out of her mind?

Cursing under his breath, Jing Zeyang didn't dare to move an inch. He had learned from his experience of being beaten and could tell that Tang Nanyan was like a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment.

If he dared to go over there, Tang Nanyan would really dare to let him lie down for a while.

Wait... what's wrong with this woman?
After taking a closer look, I realized that although the wound looked frightening, Lin Sicheng's wound was not very deep, and at least it did not damage any major blood vessels or bones.

Jing Zeyang breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me see how Cousin Lin is doing?"

Tang Nanyan gritted her teeth: "Hindsight is 20/20! Where were you all this time?"

Jing Zeyang was stunned for a moment, then he realized: Tang Nanyan was angry that he hadn't come to help.

But he didn't argue, nor did he explain that he wasn't afraid of death and had originally wanted to help, but Fang Jin held him tightly, preventing him from causing trouble.

As the saying goes, "When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless."

But that's secondary. The key thing is the way this woman looked at Lin Sicheng: "Damn, he's practically drooling."
Wait, those stab wounds on Cousin Lin look like they were inflicted when he saved her?
Jing Zeyang's eyes widened: Holy crap...

This felt even more terrifying to him than the two of them embracing.

No, I need to have my cousin remind Ye Anning... Wait, with such a big incident, I completely forgot to inform Ye Anning?
Hmm, that's not right either... I can't make this call myself.

He rolled his eyes and quietly took a step back.

Seeing Jing Zeyang pull out his phone, Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly: This time, they've really stirred up a hornet's nest.

Rather than passively enduring criticism and making a huge fuss, it's better to honestly confess.

He had just raised his hand when his brows furrowed suddenly.

The injury wasn't actually very deep, far from the bone, and it probably didn't damage any tendons either. But before, with the adrenaline pumping, I couldn't feel it. Now that I've relaxed, the pain is intense.

The slightest movement is excruciating; it hurts everywhere.

Tang Nanyan was startled: "Oh, don't move, this hasn't been wrapped yet..."

“I know…” Lin Sicheng gasped, “but it’s only the shoulder that’s injured, it shouldn’t be deep…”

The wound was about half a meter long, like a torn mouth, but not deep.
This stab must have happened when he rushed over to save me, and was attacked on the way...

Tang Nanyan's eyes welled up with tears: "Don't move, you want to get your phone, right? I'll help you!"

Lin Sicheng was about to say no, but Tang Nanyan's hand had already reached into her pocket.

The action was swift, but to Jing Zeyang, Fang Jin, and Xu Qin, it looked as if Tang Nanyan had pressed her forehead against Lin Sicheng's chest.

Tang Nanyan took out her phone and held the screen vertically: "Who do you want to call? I'll dial the number for you!"

"Call the teacher, thank you Officer Tang!"

Tang Nanyan paused, as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back and opened her contacts.

Lin Sicheng wanted to take it in his hand, but as soon as he moved, his wound started to hurt.

Tang Nanyan dialed the number and pressed speakerphone.

The call connected, and the sound of an animated cartoon came through, it sounded like Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.

Lin Sicheng carefully considered his words: "Teacher, are you home?"

"It's the weekend, and you're not here again, so I can only watch cartoons with Youjian!"

"Where is Master's wife?"

"She's in the kitchen. Your grandpa, dad, and mom are coming over for dinner tomorrow, and she and Anning are preparing the food!"

"Oh, I didn't know that?"

"Tch, you're in Beijing, so how come you can still fly back?" Wang Qizhi replied lazily, "When are you coming back?"

"After the National Day holiday!"

"That's perfect! Grandpa is coming back from Guangzhou soon, and the whole family is here. Let's all stay in Beijing together. We'll bring your grandpa, your dad, and your mom over too!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "Isn't that inappropriate?"

“What’s wrong with that? They’ll be staying at my place, not at Grandpa’s!” Wang Qizhi said without hesitation. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll discuss it with your grandpa and your dad!”

"Okay!" Lin Sicheng replied, then paused, "Teacher, I have something to tell you!"

"you say!"

"Something has happened to me."

Wang Qizhi seemed stunned; the phone suddenly went silent.

After a long pause, about six or seven seconds, Wang Qizhi finally spoke. His voice was a little dry and hoarse: "Lin Sicheng, what's wrong?"

Lin Sicheng said casually, "I got a minor injury, just a scrape..."

"Bullshit! If it were just a scratch, would you have called me?"

With a loud bang, as if a chair had been kicked over, came the sound of rapid, labored breathing. "Lin Sicheng, tell me the truth! Don't fucking brush it off!"

The last half of the sentence seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, as if he wanted to shout but dared not, both anxious and trembling.

Lin Sicheng remained relaxed, his tone tinged with a smile: "Teacher, it's really not heavy. I was just afraid you'd worry if you knew, so I told you. Don't tell my parents either, I'm afraid they'll be anxious..."

"Lin Sicheng, you're talking nonsense: last time you helped Chen Peng, a gun was pointed at your head. And last year during the Spring Festival, you almost got stabbed several times... Every time you downplay the seriousness of the situation, making it sound like a joke? Fine, I'll ask you: how were you injured?"

Lin Sicheng paused for a moment: "Just a little scratch?"

"A slash, a knife cut? They used a knife, and you say it's not serious?" Wang Qizhi was furious and enraged. "Where exactly are you hurt...? Where are you right now?"

"It's just a scratch on my arm... I'm going to the hospital to get it stitched up."

"You fart..."

“Teacher, I really didn’t lie to you. You can tell from my voice that the injury isn’t serious… Besides, Brother Jing is right next to me and has already contacted Captain Yan. There are also two police officers from the Municipal Public Security Bureau at the scene, and they’ve already contacted the branch office. So I really didn’t lie to you…”

"Jing Zeyang? Let the third son of the Jing family answer the phone..."

That's it, I shouldn't have mentioned Jing Zeyang.

Lin Sicheng was pondering how to smooth things over when suddenly the kitchen door was pushed open with a bang, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

Ye Anning's voice trembled with tears: "Uncle, Lin Sicheng was slashed in Panjiayuan... slashed several times... and... and there was a gun..."

Wang Qizhi gritted his teeth: "Lin Sicheng, you just wait..."

Beep, the call ended...

Lin Sicheng quickly dialed back, but the call was immediately disconnected.

He dialed Ye Anning's number again, and it connected instantly. But before he could speak, Wang Qizhi's cursing came through the phone:

"Ye Anning, you still dare to listen to his nonsense at a time like this? They've already used a gun, he's been stabbed several times, and what does he say is that he only got a scratch? Hang him up, book your plane tickets right now..."

Beep, it's hung up too!
Lin Sicheng stared blankly at Jing Zeyang, who was standing not too far away and looking rather furtive.

"No... Brother Jing, what did you say on the phone?"

“To tell you the truth…” Jing Zeyang pointed, “those people drove their cars at you like madmen, a dozen people chased you with knives and slashed at you… oh, right, and guns too…”

Lin Sicheng was stunned, unsure of what to say.

"Brother Jing, you might as well not say anything!"

Jing Zeyang argued vehemently, "Cousin Lin, if I don't tell the truth, even without Uncle Wang's intervention, Ye Anning will have already given me a good beating..."

Lin Sicheng sighed: But the problem is, what kind of personality and temperament does the teacher have?
Hearing how serious it was, and that he definitely wouldn't be able to make it through the night, he was ready to rush to the capital. If he couldn't get a flight tonight, he would definitely drive there.

More than a thousand kilometers away, at night, and in such a hurry?
If my family finds out again, I'm doomed: both families will be racing each other on the highway tonight...

No, we need to have Senior Brother Zhao calm him down.

Thinking it over, he asked Tang Nanyan to dial the number for him, but before the number could be found, Zhao Xiuneng called first.

Slightly better than Wang Qizhi, but only slightly better, his voice trembled: "Junior Brother Lin, tell your senior brother the truth, how are you?"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Senior brother, I'm not lying, the injury isn't serious, but things are a bit complicated..."

Bad luck struck; he ran into a cunning female thief (a shrewd operator) who tried to steal his prize. The prize was huge, initially estimated at a hundred thousand dan of water (millions). But by sheer bad luck, they bumped into each other, and she set a trap for him…

The other party was a broker from the capital. They believed that I was in cahoots with Yaozi, so they sent people to rob me, and then a fight broke out... There were quite a few people, carrying knives and a fake gun, but they weren't very skilled and only managed to slash a couple of times.

Senior, please advise the teacher: "Don't worry, don't panic. If you can't book a flight today, book one for tomorrow... Don't drive... And don't tell my family..."

Zhao Xiuneng breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't relieved by any kite or broker, but by Lin Sicheng.

With such strong voice and clear logic, it's clear that the injury wasn't deep.

“Okay, I’ll go find Professor Wang now…” Zhao Xiuneng replied through gritted teeth, “Junior brother, you take good care of your injuries. I’ll avenge you…”

Just as Lin Sicheng was about to say something, the phone beeped and hung up.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "This is really bad, the sky's probably going to be ripped open!"

Jing Zeyang didn't speak, but looked down at Tang Nanyan, who was tearing at Xu Qin's shirt sleeve: "Cousin Lin, it's not like Uncle Wang and your so-called senior brother are going to cause trouble anymore. They've already been stabbed by others."

Just as he was having a sudden thought, "Woo-hoo-hoo," the faint sound of an alarm came from afar.

Jing Zeyang glanced at his watch and sneered, "This alarm's pretty loud, as if they're afraid the people who're going to chop people up won't hear it? And it's pretty fast too... Section Chief Xu, it's been almost half an hour since you made that call, hasn't it?"

Xu Qin lowered her head: It wasn't half an hour, it should have been fifteen or sixteen minutes, less than twenty minutes.

But the police station is only half a kilometer away. Fifteen or sixteen minutes and half an hour make little difference.

The crucial point is that Tang Nanyan has already called home and said something so frightening that Xu Qin can already imagine what will happen to the person in charge.

She sighed inwardly and handed the torn strips of cloth to Tang Nanyan.

Looking at the gaping wound that resembled a gaping mouth, and then at Lin Sicheng covered in blood, Tang Nanyan felt a lump in her throat: "I'm not going to cover it up!"

There's really no need to bandage it: only the cut on the arm can stop the bleeding, but the other three cuts are on the shoulder and back, and there's no suitable material available, so there's no way to bandage them.

The wound wasn't deep, and the bleeding had basically stopped.

Tang Nanyan took off her coat and draped it over Lin Sicheng: "Don't catch a cold. I'll disinfect you when the police car arrives... Hmm, the ambulance should be here soon too!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay, thank you!"

Jing Zeyang stood at a distance, about to take off his coat, when Tang Nanyan glared at him again.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: This woman wanted to make a big fuss.

Ideally, her uncle would see it: "Look, he's in this state because he was trying to save your niece."

So, what's so bad about poking a hole in the sky? It'll probably collapse...

As the alarm grew closer, Tang Nanyan and Xu Qin helped Lin Sicheng to his feet.

Immediately afterwards, two police cars with flashing lights drove into the reservoir area.

Five or six policemen got out of the car, and the leader was about to say something when he suddenly froze.

The place was a complete mess.

A Jinbei van crashed into a pillar, and a large section of the front of the vehicle was sunk in. There were only window frames, no windows, on both the windshield and the sides, and broken glass was scattered all over the ground.

Knives and steel pipes were scattered everywhere, with pools of blood here and there.

Seven or eight burly men lay on the ground, some groaning while clutching their legs and arms, others motionless, their fate unknown.

Most importantly, Brother Jiu was lying on his back on the ground, like a giant lizard, wincing in pain.

The detective's expression changed, and his heart sank: He'd been caught red-handed?

You drunkard, I'll fuck your mother! What the hell are you doing?
Seventeen or eighteen against five, all burly men, and it was a surprise attack. The opponents were unarmed, and two of them were women—and you managed to pull it off?

It's all over, it's all fucking over...

(End of this chapter)