Street Stories: A True Account of a Group of Blind Men in the Underworld

The next morning, Qiao Yang carried the set of tools he used for setting up a stall out of his room. As soon as he stepped out of the hospital gate, his brows furrowed slightly.

In the shadows of the street corner, two furtive eyes were fixed on him, filled with undisguised malice.

It wasn't the same person from last night, but rather a thug from the Huang family.

Qiao Yang pretended not to notice anything, leaning on his horse's pole, and walked step by step toward Quanyechang.

He had barely settled into his usual spot, and before he could even set up his fortune-telling stall, several burly figures menacingly surrounded him, trapping him in the center.

The leader, with a buzz cut and a sinister expression, was the eldest son of the Huang family, dressed in a long silk robe.

His eyes were like those of a venomous snake as he stared at Qiao Yang, his murderous intent almost overflowing: "So it was you who injured my second brother?"

Upon seeing this scene, passersby were so frightened that they all retreated and avoided it, not daring to approach.

Everyone knows that the Huang family has been entrenched in Tianjin for many years. Even now that the city has been liberated, they are still a formidable force that no one wants to mess with.

Qiao Yang leaned on his horse's pole, standing still with a calm and expressionless face: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't understand?" The eldest Huang sneered, stepped forward, and reached out to shove Qiao Yang's shoulder hard.

"A blind man dares to provoke the Huang family? Weren't you quite the fighter at the hospital last night? Today I'll show you that some people are not to be trifled with!"

He wanted to publicly humiliate this blind boy and make it clear to the whole street—the Huang family is not to be trifled with!

But the instant his hand touched Qiao Yang's shoulder—

Qiao Yang's shoulders and neck sank slightly, and the force was dissipated in the process!

"Bang!"

The eldest son of the Huang family suddenly lost his balance, slipped, and fell flat on his back in front of everyone around him, looking extremely disheveled!

A collective gasp filled the air.

"uncle!"

The thugs' expressions changed drastically, and they quickly stepped forward to help him up.

The eldest son of the Huang family was both ashamed and furious, having lost all face. He got up and began to scream hysterically:

"Beat them! Beat them to death! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

Before he could finish speaking, several men pounced on him like mad dogs, throwing punches!

The fists whistled through the air, aimed directly at Qiao Yang's face and chest; each strike was ruthless and left no room for retreat!

Passersby were so frightened that they closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the blind young man being brutally beaten.

But the next second—

Fast! So fast that only a blur remains!

Qiao Yang slightly shifted his body, lightly touched the ground with his horse pole, and floated away from all attacks like a willow catkin in the wind.

With a flick of the wrist, the ten fingers are as hard as iron!

"Snap—!"

The first thug screamed as his arm was twisted into a bizarre angle!

A reverse dunk!

The second man's wrist shattered instantly, and he screamed as he collapsed to his knees!

Lift your leg and give a light kick!

The third person's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, unable to get up again!

In just three breaths!

Three strong men were all crippled!

Qiao Yang stood still, his clothes perfectly in place, his breathing calm and steady, as if he had merely brushed away a few annoying flies.

The entire street was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the blind young man.

This is hardly a blind fortune teller on the street.

This is clearly a martial arts master who is hiding his true abilities and whose attacks are ruthless!

The eldest son of the Huang family was so frightened that his whole body froze, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously backed away.

Qiao Yang slowly raised his head, and those lifeless eyes looked at him. He couldn't see anything at all, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body turned cold.

"The Third Young Master of the Huang Family"

Qiao Yang spoke, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly to every corner:

"First, when my master was hospitalized, the money he spent was clean money I earned from fortune telling, every penny of it was honest and aboveboard."

Secondly, your second brother broke into the hospital at night and committed a violent act with a knife. If this really escalates to the point of involving the military control commission, it will be your Huang family that gets shot.

third--"

He stepped forward, slamming the pole heavily onto the ground:

"If you dare to make a move against my master and me again, I won't hesitate to wipe your Huang family out of Tianjin."

Each word he spoke was deliberate and chilling, his murderous intent so intense it sent shivers down people's spines!

The eldest son of the Huang family was ashen-faced and dared not utter a single word in rebuttal. He scrambled and led his men in a disheveled escape, never daring to look back.

Qiao Yang's murderous aura gradually subsided, and he returned to his gentle and refined appearance.

He bent down, calmly spread out the divination cloth, and arranged the four treasures of the study.

The way passersby looked at him had completely changed—there was awe, fear, and even more heartfelt admiration.

A blind young man possesses extraordinary skills and is ruthless. He single-handedly subdues the wicked young master of the Huang family in public, making him someone you absolutely must not mess with!

Qiao Yang knew in his heart that the Huang family's hatred was deeply ingrained, and he was likely facing an even bigger storm.

After closing up shop that afternoon, Qiao Yang did not return to Tianjin Hospital, but went directly to the Military Control Commission.

When he returned to the hospital, the streetlights were already on. Su Yue was waiting at the door.

She was carrying a bamboo basket containing freshly bought Goubuli steamed buns, her newly steamed white flour buns, and a bag of apples.

That day, Qiao Yang's words, "Within seven days, there will be news, people will be safe, and the injustice will be redressed," were originally just a glimmer of light in her desperate situation.

But who would have thought—

Just four days later, her wrongly accused father was indeed released without charge and returned home safely!

As the family embraced and wept, Su Yue felt nothing but awe and gratitude towards the blind fortune teller.

This evening, after asking around, she found the hospital where Qiao Yang was taking care of his master.

She spotted Qiao Yang from afar and hurriedly ran over, bending down to pick up his horse's pole.

"Mr. Joe."

Su Yue called out softly, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

Qiao Yang stopped and immediately recognized the person: "It's Miss Su."

Su Yue's heart skipped a beat.

With just a soft call, he recognized me.

She gently set down the bamboo basket, bowed deeply to Qiao Yang, her eyes slightly red:

"What you said that day was exactly right! My father returned home safely the day before yesterday, and his injustice has been cleared!"

Su Yue has no way to repay this kindness, so she has prepared a small gift to express her gratitude.

Qiao Yang shook his head slightly, his voice gentle:

"In a peaceful world, it is only natural that the wronged are redressed. I was just pointing it out casually, so don't worry about it."

Su Yue stood up and looked at the young man in front of her who was blind but had a clear mind. Suddenly, she felt a pang of sadness.

"Let's go back to the ward and talk."

Upon arriving at the ward, Su Yue took the initiative and poured a cup of hot water for Liu Shang and his apprentice Qiao Yang from the thermos.

After much hesitation, she finally bit her lip, her voice lowering, filled with undisguised helplessness:

"Sir... I have come here today for two reasons, firstly to repay a debt of gratitude, and secondly... one of my high school classmates has encountered a difficult situation and is truly desperate. I would like to ask you to show me a way out."

Qiao Yang's expression softened slightly: "Please speak freely, young lady."

Su Yue's eyes reddened, her voice trembled slightly, and she poured out all her secrets:

"This classmate of mine grew up with me. Her name is Wen Jing. She is gentle and good at studying, but she has a hard life. Her father suddenly fell seriously ill and was bedridden. Her family was so poor that they couldn't even afford medicine."

She paused here, her voice filled with reluctance:

"Her heartless stepmother, for the sake of a generous dowry, insisted on marrying Wen Jing off to a wealthy businessman in the city who was more than 20 years her senior as his second wife! It was called marriage, but in reality, it was pushing her into a fire pit!"

Wen Jing refused, but seeing her father seriously ill and unable to afford treatment, her heart was breaking... She now spends her days in tears, torn between her biological father's life and her own, caught in a dilemma, and on the verge of madness!

As Su Yue spoke, her voice choked with emotion:

"I've tried to persuade her and help her, but my family has just gone through a disaster and I'm really powerless to do anything... I can't bear to see her jump into the fire pit, and I can't think of any other way, so I can only come to you for help."

She looked up at Qiao Yang, her eyes filled with pleading:

"Sir, you can predict good and bad fortune, and surely you can also guide me through my confusion! Please, sir, save my poor classmate—"

What should she do? Can she escape this ordeal?

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Su Yue held her breath, waiting anxiously.

she does not know.

What kind of answer will this blind fortune teller, who can see through people's hearts and accurately predict good and bad fortune, give her this time?

It was Liu Shang who spoke first: "Miss Su Yue, Miss Wen's matter is indeed difficult to handle. Fortunately, you asked my disciple for help today, so you've come to the right person. Let him help you think it over carefully."

Qiao Yang remained silent for a moment, then gently tapped the edge of the table with his fingers.

One sound after another.

The rhythm was steady, yet it felt like it was striking right at the heart.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty:

"Marrying to save her father seems like a dilemma, but the solution lies with one person."

Su Yue was taken aback: "Sir, you mean..."

Liu Shang chimed in, "Qiao Yang is right! As long as we win this person over, Miss Wen won't have to marry into a family under duress, and her father's medical expenses will be covered as well!"

"What?!" Su Yue's eyes widened in surprise. "Such a turn of events?"

Qiao Yang looked up at her, his expression calm and confident:

"The key person is that wealthy businessman. I will go to meet him in person tomorrow."