My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 36: The most tragic death, the most victorious.

Qin Yuan's gaze was still fixed on the screen!
Sudden--

"Ah—my money! My wallet is gone!"

A sharp, shrill female voice pierced the noise of the carriage, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Near the connecting area between the carriages, a simply dressed middle-aged woman, pale-faced, was frantically rummaging through her worn-out luggage bag, her voice trembling with tears: "My money! The money for my child's medical treatment!"

The passengers discussed among themselves, their eyes filled with sympathy and helplessness.

Pickpockets are most rampant on these green trains.

Qin Yuan's eyes sharpened, and he was about to put away the light screen and go over to check the situation.

"stop!"

A deep yet powerful voice suddenly rang out.

A young man sitting diagonally opposite Qin Yuan, near the aisle, sprang up like a cheetah.

He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but now his movements were as fast as lightning, and he pounced out in one stride.

"What are you doing?" A thin man wearing a gray jacket, who was trying to slip into another carriage amid the chaos, was grabbed by the wrist.

"Let go! I didn't steal anything!" A hint of panic flashed in the skinny man's eyes as he tried to break free.

The young man had sharp features and piercing eyes. He sneered, "Didn't steal? Then what are you holding in your hand?"

Before he finished speaking, his wrist suddenly tightened like an iron clamp, executing a clean and swift grappling move!

"Ouch!" The thin man cried out in pain as his arms were instantly twisted behind his back and he was forced to the ground.

With a snap, a bulging women's wallet slipped out of her sleeve.

"My wallet! Yes, this is my wallet!" The middle-aged woman rushed over and picked it up, both surprised and delighted.

"it is good!"

"Good catch!"

Cheers and applause immediately erupted in the carriage.

But Qin Yuan's eyes were scanning the crowd around him. Thieves on trains don't work alone; they often operate in groups.

One has appeared, and who knows where the second one will come from.

Sure enough, just as the applause began, something unexpected happened!

"Damn it! Looking for death!"

In Qin Yuan's view, another burly man who was squatting by the aisle, also wearing an inconspicuous dark coat, suddenly stood up.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he pulled a gleaming switchblade from his pocket.

With a "whoosh," the blade popped out.

Without saying a word, he stabbed the young man who had intervened in the fight hard in the lower back!

This slash was swift and ruthless, carrying the ferocity of a desperate criminal, with a clear objective: to cripple someone!

The gasps of alarm in the carriage were instantly choked by fear.

A close call!
Qin Yuan suddenly sprang up from his seat, but he had no training and relied almost entirely on his body's instincts.

His left hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the cold, sharp blade with perfect precision!
"laugh--"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh is subtle yet chilling.

Crimson blood instantly flowed down Qin Yuan's palms, between his fingers, and onto the blade, dripping onto the dirty carriage floor and creating tiny, glaring blood flowers.

The entire carriage fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by the sight of someone grabbing a knife with their bare hands and bleeding profusely in the blink of an eye.

Even the burly man who committed the attack was stunned, seemingly not expecting anyone to actually dare to catch a blade bare-handed.

Qin Yuan remained expressionless, as if the bleeding hand wasn't his own.

The young man who had just been holding down the skinny man heard the noise, turned around, and saw this scene. His eyes widened in horror.

He strode forward, his right hand extending like a viper's tongue, his two iron fingers precisely pecking at the pulse point on the wrist of the person holding the knife!

"Ugh!" The burly man felt as if his wrist had been struck by an electric current, and his entire arm instantly became numb and weak.

Immediately afterwards, the young man seized the opportunity to twist and buckle the wrist, disarming the knife, cutting the knife behind the back, and pressing down on the shoulder in a smooth and fluid motion!

This guy's a trained fighter!
Clang! The switchblade fell to the ground.

"Damn it, you used underhanded tactics! I almost fell for your trick!"

The young man kicked the burly man hard and then pinned him down.

"Pfft!" The burly man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, curling up in pain.

The young man turned around and looked at Qin Yuan, his voice filled with heartfelt gratitude: "Dude! Thanks! That was close!"

Qin Yuan simply nodded slightly, his expression remaining unchanged, though the stinging pain in his left hand reminded him of the wound. "Remember this: on trains, most pickpockets operate in groups."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the carriage could hear him: "You catch one, and who knows, a second, a third might pop up out of nowhere."

As he spoke, Qin Yuan's eyes scanned the crowd.

His gaze was like that of an eagle.

The remaining members of the gang, who were about to take action, saw his eyes and then saw the blood dripping from his hands.

He swallowed hard, cursing inwardly at the ruthless person who had appeared out of nowhere.

He couldn't help but pull his hand back from his waist.

Qin Yuan, who suddenly appeared, was of unknown background, but the young man standing next to him was clearly a martial arts expert.

They quickly withdrew, and Qin Yuan had no intention of arresting them all.

Watching them leave, it's better to avoid trouble.

The chaos quickly subsided, and the train police, who had been alerted, arrived promptly with two train attendants and handcuffed the two thieves who had been subdued.

The middle-aged woman, still shaken, thanked Qin Yuan and the young man profusely.

The train police officer conducted a brief inquiry and registration with Qin Yuan. After reading the two men's letters of introduction, his eyes held a slightly meaningful look, but his attitude was very polite, and he insisted on bandaging Qin Yuan's wounds.

"Comrade, catching a knife with your bare hands was too dangerous! Luckily, the injury wasn't serious! It was an act of bravery, but we don't encourage doing things like that!"

As the veteran police officer carefully disinfected Qin Yuan's hand and wrapped it with bandages using iodine swabs from the train's first-aid kit, he earnestly advised him, his tone filled with admiration.

During the bandaging process, the agile young man stood aside.

"Qin Yuan? From Yanjing?" The young man glanced at Qin Yuan's letter of introduction and took the initiative to speak: "How bold! My name is Wu Weiguo, from Tianjin."

"I practiced martial arts with my family for several years when I was young. I have practiced Northern Style Spring Leg and Chuojiao Fanziquan."

"If you hadn't blocked that attack just now, I'd probably be done for today!"

His tone was cheerful, carrying the boldness of a chivalrous person, and his words were filled with gratitude despite his lingering fear.

"Wu Weiguo?" Qin Yuan didn't recognize the name. He put away the letter of introduction and looked at the man's lean physique and steady eyes. "It's nothing, you're going to Tianjin?"

“Yes, back to my hometown.” Wu Weiguo grinned, then a look of worry and helplessness appeared on his face. “Don’t laugh at me, but this trip was a waste of time.”

"I originally heard that the K3 train could take me to Russia to make money, and I wanted to become a middleman."

"And guess what! When I got there, I found out that you can't get a visa without that invitation letter these days! A worthless piece of paper, and they dared to charge 1800! And that doesn't even include the cost of the goods and the round-trip travel expenses..."

He shook his head. "My family's financial situation is average. This is too risky. I haven't decided what kind of goods to sell, and I don't have enough capital. It's not worth going bankrupt."

"So, we had no choice but to slink back."

He sighed, clearly very unwilling.

Making money is one thing, but whether you can actually make the trip and get in touch with that expert in the player group is what really matters.

Otherwise, with just his martial arts skills, what ranking could he possibly achieve?
This instance is clearly designed to test your ability to make money.

Given the current situation in Yanjing, there's no other way but to return to Tianjin first.

That guy, "Northeast Hawk," wasn't wrong. Beijing has its opportunities, and the Northeast has its opportunities.

Even if I were in Tianjin, I might still find opportunities to exist there.

Qin Yuan listened quietly, but his gaze drifted to his large, bulging snakeskin bag, tightly bound with hemp rope, on the luggage rack.

Inside were the sheepskin coat samples he was going to discuss at the Hongxing Fur Factory in Tianjin!
A strange feeling stirred within me.

This statement is almost identical to that of the person in the group, "Jinmen Martial God".

Moreover, they are all from Tianjin.

This does not seem to be a coincidence.

Qin Yuan thought for a moment, then casually placed his bandaged left hand on his lap and said in a calm tone, "I'm also going to Tianjin to take care of some business!"

"Oh? Brother Qin, where in Tianjin are you going? I know Tianjin like the back of my hand!" Wu Weiguo's eyes lit up, and he said enthusiastically, "If you don't mind, I'll show you the way after we get off the train! I can find my way around Tianjin with my eyes closed!"

Looking at his sincere and enthusiastic manner, Qin Yuan nodded slightly: "Alright. Let's go to the old town area, to the 'Red Star Fur Factory'."

"Red Star Fur Factory?" Wu Weiguo paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh! I know, I know!"

“I know that factory very well. I grew up in that area. This factory is quite famous in Tianjin. It specializes in making leather goods!”

He glanced at Qin Yuan's clothes and asked, "Brother Qin, are you going to discuss business?"

"Hmm." Qin Yuan didn't say anything more and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing that Qin Yuan seemed tired, Wu Weiguo didn't ask any more questions. However, he felt even more curious and respectful towards this skilled and composed man from Yanjing.

Unlike other players, he truly experienced this game world as if it were real life.

But it is often these kinds of players who suffer the most and win the most!
(End of this chapter)