Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The night was deep, and the dim lights in the carriage flickered back and forth.

The skinny little girl named Xiaoyue crouched down and squeezed into the sleeper compartment.

She moved with lightning speed, stepping onto the lower bunk and climbing up the middle bunk railing, leaping up completely.

The middle-aged man with glasses lying on the middle bunk didn't dare to breathe loudly, closing his eyes and trying his best not to tremble.

Fearing that they might anger the thief who was lurking in the dark, they decided to bleed him from the neck.

Xiaoyue reached straight for his shirt pocket, but it was empty and she didn't feel anything.

She bared her teeth and glared at him with disgust.

He reached down with his wrist and touched the hidden pocket sewn next to the man's crotch.

She didn't believe that people who sleep in sleeper berths don't carry money.

They would take all the money, bankbooks, and watches from their wrists.

Just then, a skinny, monkey-faced man also came over from the lower bunk.

He clutched a smelly handkerchief in his hand and suddenly pressed it against Song Xianglan's face.

Song Xianglan held her breath and opened her eyes instantly.

She lifted the covers with one hand, gripped the knife handle tightly with her right, and swung the gleaming pig-slaughtering knife out.

"what……"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, shattered the silence of the carriage.

The monkey-faced man clutched his arm and stumbled backward, blood gushing from between his fingers.

The stench of blood instantly filled the carriage.

He never expected that the old woman selling fruit was not only awake in the middle of the night, but also holding a deadly pig-slaughtering knife in her hand, which she wielded so fast that he couldn't even dodge it.

Xiaoyue was startled awake and broke out in a cold sweat.

She quickly stopped, jumped off the railing, glared at Song Xianglan fiercely as she landed, and then plunged into the passageway.

At that moment, the man opposite him turned over and got up.

He leaped down and kicked the accomplice behind the monkey-faced man, who was holding an iron rod, hard in the chest.

The accomplice didn't even utter a groan before slamming against the doorframe and rolling his eyes back. The man then threw the thief's accomplice to the floor.

He walked out quickly.

Song Xianglan, carrying a butcher's knife, rushed out of the private room to give chase.

A burly man with a thick beard stood in the aisle, holding a thin iron rod in his hand.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan emerge with a knife.

The bearded man swung his iron rod and brought it down on his head.

The other person was tall and strong, so Song Xianglan dodged to the side. Fortunately, the man in the lower bunk opposite her blocked the blow. Song Xianglan's arm was still hit by the stick, but most of the weight was dissipated.

A dull pain shot through her, but she didn't budge an inch.

With a sudden burst of force from his right hand, the butcher knife slammed directly into the bearded man's shoulder.

The blade cut into the flesh.

Song Xianglan gritted her teeth and pulled her wrist back forcefully.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered directly onto the iron walls of the green train carriage.

The bearded man threw down the iron bar, clutching his shoulder and howling like a banshee.

The loud noise woke everyone in the carriage.

Someone screamed loudly, and the train police rushed over with flashlights and whistles.

The junction of hard-seat carriages.

Xiaoyue panicked and squeezed through the crowd, rushing to the side of the old man wearing a baseball cap.

"Godfather, Monkey Brother has been chopped up by that wretched old woman!" She shook the old man's arm frantically. "Quickly save Monkey Brother! If we're any later, he'll be thrown in jail!"

The old man's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

He raised his hand and signaled his subordinate to go and inquire about the situation.

She glanced at him sideways indifferently, "Xiaoyue, don't rush."

His men quickly ran back.

Reporting in a low voice:

"The people have been detained by the train police. The old lady in that carriage is a tough nut to crack, and that soldier is quite skilled. They made too much noise, and even our connections couldn't stop them."

"Godfather, for safety's sake, let's retreat."

Xiaoyue's eyes were red. "Niu San, you're fucking inhuman."

Niu San retorted, "What is humanity? Do you, Yin Xiaoyue, possess it?"

Xiaoyue: ……

There hasn't been any.

The old man shook off Xiaoyue's hand and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

"Xiaoyue, listen to your godfather and leave."

Xiaoyue burst into tears.

The monkey was usually the kindest to her.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed through the gaps in the crowd of onlookers to peek out.

The railway police have taken control of the scene.

Song Xianglan raised her leg and kicked the monkey in the chest.

Blood dripped from the monkey's arm as it lay on the ground, screaming in agony, "Help me! Someone's killing me! Help me! People die from bleeding! I don't want to die!"

"Why not be a decent person? Why choose to be a shady rat?"

Song Xianglan cursed, she didn't feel sorry for the thief at all.

In this day and age, no thief is immune to bloodshed.

The train's public address system crackled to life.

They began searching the entire train carriage for a doctor who could perform bandaging.

A bespectacled passenger ran over carrying a first-aid kit and knelt down to bandage the wounds of the thieves.

Song Xianglan, carrying a bloodstained pig-slaughtering knife, pointed at the monkey on the ground and cursed:

"These bastards must have accomplices. They're always on the train doing this kind of murderous and swindling.

Countless ordinary people have been robbed of everything. Those who resist are beaten on the head with iron bars, strangled with wire, and then thrown out of car windows. Everyone, keep your eyes open and don't fall victim to these crimes.

The onlookers were outraged and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Kill these pickpockets."

"Shoot him on the spot."

"Beat him to death with sticks."

A few people took advantage of the chaos to kick several thieves who were lying on the ground.

Xiaoyue peeked at the crowd from behind, then turned and slipped into the restroom.

She pushed open the narrow car window and squeezed half of her body out of the car.

The train was preparing to enter the station, and its speed had already decreased.

She didn't want to go into the station and run again, so she spotted a patch of grass below, closed her eyes, and jumped down.

in the night.

Several more dark figures jumped out of different car windows and fled.

At this moment, the other groups on the bus who were planning to double-cross each other angrily rushed to the spot where the old man and his group had jumped down to settle scores.

"You bunch of idiots. You can't even judge a plate properly, you've caused trouble and alerted the big shots in the soft sleeper section. Now the train police are searching every carriage, you've broken the rules of the underworld."

The old man lifted his eyelids. "Everyone has their bad luck. Don't even think about kicking them while they're down."

"We've been eyeing this big fish for ages, and we were all ready to net it tonight, but you guys ruined it."

The train whistles.

Stop at the next station.

The injured thieves were all handed over to the station police station.

Their accomplices who jumped out of the car had long since disappeared.

Inside the interrogation room of the train station police station.

Several police officers sat at the table, scrutinizing Song Xianglan across from them.

"You're just an ordinary citizen, why are you carrying a butcher knife on the train?"

Song Xianglan opened her cloth bag and took out a stack of papers, placing them on the table. "Before I retired, I was a pig butcher at the commune's slaughterhouse. This time, I'm going to Beijing to visit my daughter who got into Peking University."

The villagers told me that the journey to Beijing was unsafe. They said there was no guarantee I'd make it to the city alive, and that's why I, an old woman, felt safe carrying my cooking utensils.

Police officer... "You're carrying a weapon."

Song Xianglan's voice softened slightly, "But there's no rule against bringing it. I was just trying to protect myself."

She laid out several certificates of merit, each stamped with a large red seal, and pushed them in front of the police officer.

"These are all certificates of merit given to me by the army. My eldest son is a combat hero who retired from the front lines. I have impeccable revolutionary credentials, so how could I possibly carry a butcher's knife to do bad things?"

The man next to him took out his military officer's ID and stepped forward.

"I can testify for this old lady. This group of people boarded the bus with weapons to rob it. If she hadn't had a knife tonight, the one lying on the ground would be our hero's mother."

Several police officers flipped open the officers' ID cards, checked the ranks inside, and immediately stood at attention and gave a respectful military salute.

Then I looked at Song Xianglan's certificate of merit.

All of them are heights that others can hardly reach.

I couldn't help but look at her a few more times. "Auntie, how did you achieve such a high level of honor that others can hardly reach?"

"Even though I'm just an old woman from the countryside, I know I should do my part to ensure our soldiers can return safely."

Everyone held her in high esteem.

No one bothered her about carrying a butcher knife anymore.

After leaving the interrogation room, the people in the sleeper compartment still had to give statements.

Song Xianglan walked into the outer hall and bumped into the monkey that was pinned to a chair.

Song Xianglan walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Your accomplice and superior have already run away. Your arm is basically useless now." Song Xianglan looked coldly at his trembling appearance. "Do you have any close brothers?"

He's really in big trouble then.

Old hands like you, with your clear hierarchy, would definitely need to find scapegoats to cover for other gangs.

You're not saying anything, just waiting to memorize all the charges. Your close brothers and sisters are going to be handed over; I've heard the vigilante justice in your underworld is even more severe.

The monkey gasped in pain, its whole body trembling.

Song Xianglan continued to increase her stake:

"The police know exactly how many lives those ringleaders have. If you're smart, you can atone for your crimes now and save your life."

If you had been even a fraction of a second later, you wouldn't even have had a chance to atone for your crimes. You know in your heart how ruthless your accomplices are.

"We just steal a few things."

Song Xianglan slapped him on the head. "Even a ghost wouldn't believe that. You didn't cherish the opportunity I gave you. Let me tell you about the things and methods you're capable of."

She launched into a long, half-hour-long tirade, recounting all their past experiences.

Even the police officers standing nearby couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times.

I almost thought she was the real veteran in the underworld.

The monkey's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He suddenly started shouting hysterically at the duty room.

"I confess, I confess everything."

The police officer taking the statement immediately took his notebook and sat down.

"My godfather... he not only led us to steal things, he also kidnapped children. He specifically took in homeless children on the street, or if he saw a clever child, he would trick him and forcibly take him away."

Take them back, beat them up first, then teach them pickpocketing skills. If they really don't perform well, break their legs and throw them out to beg at the train station and shopping mall entrances.

"Xiaoyue and I were both tricked into coming here by him."

Song Xianglan's face darkened completely, and she let out a cold snort:

"So they were human traffickers. Trafficking women and children is an extremely heinous crime."

The monkey was still crying and tearfully revealing the gang's hideout.

Song Xianglan boarded the train heading north again.

There were dragon fruit and longan in the snakeskin bag and basket under the bed, but she didn't even glance at them before covering them with the snakeskin bag.

There's no need to sell anymore.

She leaned against the headboard, listening to the sound of train wheels rubbing against the rails.

The staff on the bus turn a blind eye as long as no one dies in front of them.

If it weren't for what happened tonight, who would have discovered that there was a huge human trafficking and theft gang behind this?

The man on the lower bunk opposite was quietly adjusting the cuffs of his military uniform.

The people in the middle and upper bunks were still in shock; they hadn't expected an old woman to be so agile. She could chop people with a butcher's knife as easily as chopping a pig.

Song Xianglan pulled the blanket up a little.

We're almost in Beijing.