Chapter 15, a promise
Brother Qiang secretly winked at Agou. Agou immediately understood and drew out his dagger. He quickly circled behind Xi Xingchen, forming a pincer attack from both front and back, outflanking Xi Xingchen.
Xi Xingchen seemed not to notice the reaction of the two, he smiled, pointed to the grave at his feet, and still said in a scary voice: "I was sleeping well at home, and you woke me up, who do you think I am?" ?”
"I'm pretending to be gods and ghosts. I don't know that we are the ancestors of ghosts." Brother Qiang was furious when he heard this. He suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped all the way to Xi Xingchen. The dagger in his hand was aimed at Xi Xingchen's neck.
Agou, who was standing behind Xi Xingchen, saw Brother Qiang launching an attack and quickly ran towards Xi Xingchen. The dagger in his hand stabbed Xi Xingchen's waist.
Seeing Brother Qiang and Agou take action, Xi Xingchen finally understood why Yang Xiaojin's legs were broken by the two of them.
Although these two people have never practiced martial arts and their moves are unstructured, they have a ruthlessness in their bones that ordinary people don't have. Probably because they had been fighting together for too many times, the two of them had a tacit understanding and actually formed a set of combined attack techniques.
Although Yang Xiaojin has some wealth, in the final analysis he is just a slightly richer farmer. He may have brute strength, but the targets of his bullying are those villagers in the same village who know him well and are a bit like him. How could it be Brother Qiang and others? Agou's opponent?
Then again, it's okay for Brother Qiang and Agou to run rampant in the countryside with their natural fierceness, but in front of masters like Xi Xingchen, those little tricks are completely insufficient.
When Xi Xingchen saw Brother Qiang approaching, he didn't give in and rushed forward to meet him.
Just when the two were about to collide, Xi Xingchen swayed and passed the dagger swung by Brother Qiang. He suddenly flew up and kicked the dagger in Brother Qiang's hand away. Then he lowered his body and passed under Brother Qiang's armpit like lightning. At the same time, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed Brother Qiang's right wrist, pulled it back and twisted it, and instantly twisted Brother Qiang's hand behind his back.
Brother Qiang came up hard, ignoring the pain in his right hand, and turned around to hit Xi Xingchen's face with his elbow. Xi Xingchen had already stepped on Brother Qiang's knee joint, and only heard a "bang" sound, and Brother Qiang's body He fell to his knees uncontrollably, bowing like a cooked shrimp. The severe pain in his arms and knees made him instantly lose the ability to move.
Just when Xi Xingchen was subduing Brother Qiang, Agou arrived. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he stabbed Xi Xingchen's neck with the dagger in his hand.
On one side of Xi Xingchen's body, the dagger almost grazed his neck. Ah Gou used too much force, staggered a step forward, turned the dagger over and prepared to cut back, but was already punched in the stomach by Xi Xingchen.
Xi Xingchen's punch was so powerful that Agou felt as if his stomach had been hit hard by a big hammer. His internal organs were instantly displaced, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, like a pile of mud. He collapsed on Brother Qiang.
Xi Xingchen took off a belt from Agou and tied Brother Qiang and Agou together. Just when Xi Xingchen turned around to pick up the woman, he saw that the woman had gained strength from nowhere, picked up a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and roared towards Brother Qiang and Agou.
Seeing this, Xi Xingchen took a step back.
"I'm going to beat you two beasts to death, beat you to death, beat you to death... beat to death... beat to death..."
The woman seemed to be going crazy. While screaming, she waved the wooden stick in her hand and slapped Brother Qiang and Agou shamelessly.
Xi Xingchen stood aside, neither speaking nor trying to dissuade her, quietly watching the woman beat Brother Qiang and Agou.
He understood very well how the woman was feeling at this moment.
Four of the five members of the family died at the hands of these two men, and he was almost defiled by them.
The hatred for destroying the family, the hatred for killing his parents and brothers, even if he gave birth to two people, it is not an exaggeration.
At this time, Brother Qiang and Agou seemed to know that their time had come. They were like dead dogs with their teeth pulled out, lowering their heads and letting the woman beat them.
The woman was weak, so she beat them for a long time without causing much harm to the two of them. The woman was anxious and angry, threw down the stick, jumped on Brother Qiang, scratched and bit him, and then Xingchen took the woman off Brother Qiang. When they pulled it apart, a piece of flesh on Brother Qiang's face was actually bitten off by the woman. The pain only made Brother Qiang howl like a slaughtering pig.
"Have you beaten enough?" Xi Xingchen put the coir raincoat on the woman and said softly.
The woman looked at Xi Xingchen and was stunned for a moment. Her eyes gradually became focused, as if she had just returned from the sun. Suddenly she said "Wow" and squatted on the ground and burst into tears.
Xi Xingchen still stood and did not move. He knew that when a person's life undergoes a big change, he must vent the resentment in his heart, otherwise the body will be damaged. It's a good thing that a woman can cry.
Sure enough, after crying for a long time, the woman's mood gradually stabilized, and she knelt down in front of Xi Xingchen with a plop: "Unfortunate girl Yang Xuelian thanks her benefactor for saving her life."
Xi Xingchen hurriedly went to help Yang Xuelian, but Yang Xuelian refused to get up. He kowtowed to Xi Xingchen three times and said, "My benefactor, Yao Wenbin from Dafa Rice Store ordered these two people to kill my whole family. Please help me." I do justice.”
Xi Xingchen took a step to the side and did not accept Yang Xuelian's gift.
"Get up!" Xi Xingchen pulled Yang Xuelian up with a little force on his hand and explained, "I am assisting the police in Wan County to investigate your family's case! I met you here today because I was going to Yaozhuang. I want to find out what happened to you. Please tell me exactly what happened, the more detailed the better."
"My dear friend, are you from the government?" Yang Xuelian couldn't help but trembled, with a look of despair in her eyes.
Xi Xingchen knew that Yang Xuelian's leg was broken because of Yang Xiaojin, and he could no longer trust people from the government, so he said: "I am not from the government, but as long as you can prove that Yao Wenbin harmed your family, I promise you with my life and property, No matter how powerful the Yao family is or how powerful their background is, I will give you justice to the Yang family."
When Xi Xingchen said these words, his tone was calm but very firm.
Mohists always act according to what is right or wrong, regardless of the pros and cons. They petition for the people and do justice for heaven. These are all their duties, and they will not regret it even if they die nine times.
What happened to Yang Xiaojin's family has stepped on the red line of the Mohists. As Xi Xingchen walks in the world of the Mohists, he has a reason to stand up.
Therefore, Xi Xingchen seemed to be making a promise to Yang Xuelian, but rather, he was giving a promise to the "Tao" in his heart, a promise worth guarding with his life.
Yang Xuelian used the faint light to look at the strange young man in front of her who was only a few years older than her, but was willing to use his wealth and life as a guarantee to give her family justice, and she felt a strong sense of trust in him.
Yang Xuelian kowtowed to Xi Xingchen again, but this time Xi Xingchen did not evade.
This time Xi Xingchen did not represent himself, but the Mo family.
The Mohist family has been petitioning for the people for thousands of years and can afford this great gift.
