Chapter 4, Fingers Glimmering with Golden Light

The crowd of scavengers was taken aback upon seeing the burly thug. Among them, a bolder middle-aged farmer forced a smile and asked, "Brother, what brings you here?"

This ... ... is the happy life of Yitianxing

The rogue glanced at him a few times and suddenly burst into laughter: "You, young man, look quite clean; how come you are rummaging through the trash like these beggars?"

Without seeing how Yi Tianxing moved, in the next moment, he had already supported the falling thug and said with a smile: "Brother, please hold on, don't sit on this pile of garbage, otherwise, it would be unfortunate if these trendy pants get dirty."

Yi Tianxing cast a glance of mild disdain at him, observing the rogue's trendy baggy pants and the dirty paper smeared with black water, as he shuffled along with the tightly secured backpack behind him, stepping slowly down the garbage hill in his tattered rubber shoes

Instead, that rogue was gripping his right hand with his left, his face marked with bruises of blue and white, gasping for breath, slowly sinking down, appearing to be in such pain that he could not utter a sound.

The rogue looked at his palm in surprise, feeling a sharp pain at the edge of his hand. He then glanced at Yi Tianxing, who appeared completely unfazed, and a sense of unease began to creep into his heart, as he felt that something was amiss.

Yitianxing is, after all, a student, unaware of the shamelessness and cunning of rogues. Just as he was supporting the rogue with his left arm, he did not notice the rogue's left hand quietly drawing out a machete from his bosom

The crowd of scavengers glanced at the agricultural vehicle parked on the muddy road, and immediately understood what was happening; some of the more timid ones quickly waved their hands.

The rogue frowned, perhaps disliking the young man's unyielding attitude, and suddenly shouted: "I also need to make a living, why won't you come with me?"

Yitianxing saw that he was still making a move, and he sidestepped to avoid the knife that was thrusting towards him. His actions were imperceptible; he simply placed his hand on the wrist of the thug holding the knife. With a gentle crack, he dislocated the thug's wrist joint, causing the thug's hand to droop down like a soft rice cake.

Yi Tianxing walked away slowly with his head down, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration: "Just now there was a soda can by my feet, and now it's gone. When I go back, I won't know how long it will take to find it again"

After tidying up, he took out the stir-fried bitter melon strips with dried chili prepared at noon, scooped a large spoonful onto the white rice he had gotten from the school cafeteria, turned on the fourteen-inch black-and-white television, and half-squatted on the only worn rattan chair in the house, savoring the replay of an old television drama.

"Just to make a living," Yi Tianxing said quietly

"A house with bare walls and books on all sides" was the first idiom he learned. However, he thought with a hint of pride, isn't this home doing quite well under his careful management? ... He had sharper eyes and quicker hands than others; when he truly got going, even Lewis would likely not be his match ... Thus, the high school student Yi Tianxing proudly became the best at picking up trash in the small county.

Upon returning home, in the wooden partition of the outer room, Yi Tianxing removed his entire set of "work clothes" that reeked of odor, and took a refreshing bath with the large basin of water he had prepared during the day, as the slippery soap glided across the youth's well-proportioned body.

The stolen agricultural vehicle barely started and could not move, leaving several small thugs in a daze. They looked at the hundreds of kilograms of aluminum ingots and then at the useless old vehicle. After scratching their heads and deliberating for a long time, they finally saw one thug covering his nose as he walked towards the crowd rummaging through the garbage.

The arms of the red carrot, the legs of the white radish

He then whispered softly in the thug's ear: "Brother, the bone in the second joint of your ring finger is fractured. You should go to the hospital tomorrow."

The rogue, both in pain and fear, surprisingly forgot to cry out for help, and with a face full of terror and disbelief, slowly sat down on the incredibly filthy garbage mountain

Hello, you beggars following me, there are benefits for you.

However, the thugs in small counties are quite different from those in large cities. In a small county, there are too few people; everyone knows a thug. If he ever shows weakness, word will spread through the streets in no time. Therefore, thugs in small counties are often more ruthless and less afraid of death than those in big cities. Thus, the thug stepped forward with his left foot, raised his right palm high, and struck fiercely at the irritatingly smug smile of the young boy.

A flash of the blade

Only that rogue could see clearly, with the razor-sharp blade and the young man's neck separated by a single index finger

A sound of "pa".

The thug furrowed his brows and shouted, "What are you afraid of? I just need you to help me lift this. It's not like I'm not paying! Get over here, or I'll beat you to death." As he spoke, the thug unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a machete tucked at his waist.

Yi Tianxing smiled at the rogue, his cheeks not bearing a single mark of redness

Yi Tianxing, who has always been honest and straightforward in his garbage collection, never expected that this would lead to enmity with others. Over the years, he has consistently presented himself as a simple and honest person, never engaging in conflicts. When he saw the other party becoming aggressive, he pondered for a long time. Normally, he would think, let it be, and if necessary, he would just be taken to the police station. After all, as someone who collects scraps, he did not believe the police would let him enjoy a few days of free meals. However, tonight he indeed had something extremely important to attend to.

No one knows how Yi Tianxing was able to react so quickly in such a short time, nor how he managed to place his finger in front of the blade. Even more astonishing is the material of his finger; how could it possibly withstand a knife without being cut?

Without saying a word, the thug immediately slapped him across the face

Oh, I need a few porters

Before them lay a gleaming knife poised at Yi Tianxing's neck. Strikingly, the blade, as white as snow, did not penetrate his flesh.

Unexpectedly, the matter is not yet resolved

At this moment, the one pondering this question was naturally the thug holding the machete, who was in a daze. However, his mind was too chaotic; amidst the panic, he felt a sense of bewilderment regarding the unfolding events, only feeling an overwhelming fear. His face bore an inexplicable expression of astonishment, and his hand instinctively thrust the knife down once more.

The final outcome of the battle was as follows: Yi Tianxing obtained the long-desired television, although it took him an additional three days to repair it afterward. Meanwhile, his several unfortunate competitors received: half a slipper on their faces, a stone on their chests, and a menstrual pad in their mouths

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The rattan chair was discarded by the deputy president of the county court, and the bed was no longer needed by a family from Sifangyan who was marrying off their daughter. Ah, the acquisition of this television was even more arduous. At that time, he and three others simultaneously discovered a corner of this treasure in the garbage mountain. Everyone sprinted towards the treasure with the most astonishing speed of their lives. However, the honest Yi Tianxing naturally would not display his Lewis-like speed enhanced by stimulants on a garbage mountain filled with broken glass and discarded items, so he could only run along, secretly kicking the objects he passed towards his competitors with precise force.

Thus, after being honest for fifteen years, Yi Tianxing finally expressed a cautious dissent.

When the ragpickers saw the thug getting aggressive, they naturally did not dare to say much and timidly followed him down the garbage hill. However, Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "Brother, I am in a hurry to return for some matters. Could you please let me leave first?"

A forefinger radiating a faint golden light

Tonight is the grand finale of Kant's First Bodyguard. At such an important moment, how can it be disrupted by a petty thug stealing aluminum ingots

Once again, there was a sound of "pa".

Yi Tianxing continued to carry the broken basket on his back, holding a long bamboo clip, smiling at him, while the straw hat on his head remained completely still

Yi Tianxing leaned back in his chair, gazing at his small home