The Road to Slaying God Chapters 3-4

Of course, this totally depended on the young man's credit. Though they weren't too worried since the young man wouldn't have told them to return the items otherwise. These items were evidence of their crime. In fact, they were more glad to return them at this point. Even if the police catch them afterward, they would only be detained for a few days. No one in a train would choose to stay and be witnesses, one of the reasons they chose to commit the crime on a train.

The items were mixed together in the bag so it was rather troublesome to return. To everyone's surprise, the young man could pinpoint every item's owner as they took it out. This saved them a lot of time. Half an hour wasn't short but not really enough time to return everything otherwise.

All the items were returned to the passengers under Zhang's help. The passengers looked at him with gratefulness. Felt good to recover what was once lost.

"Good. Everyone... these men were just looking to feed themselves. Since you haven't suffered any loss, why don't you give them a chance? After they give the knives to my girlfriend, please give me some face and let them go. A man should own up to his words. I have promised them... of course, if they bring out any other weapons to threaten you, you can beat them to your hearts content. We are arriving to the station and we have two hundred people here. They can't run away..."

His tone became increasingly threatening toward the end. He pressed the knife further. The pain almost made him tear up. Yet he couldn't move an inch, afraid of Zhang mistaken him for trying to run away.

No one replied but they nodded. These passengers were from all over the country. No one would want to stand up if Zhang wasn't here.

"Thanks. Hurry, hand the knives over to the girl." Their leader ordered. He just wanted to leave this place, leave this young man. The dangerous and evil pressure made him uncomfortable.

The men slowly walked over.

"Wait!" Zhang suddenly shouted. "Don't come over. Hold out your arms straight. Hold onto the blades and hand the handles to my girlfriend."

The leader sweat again. The thought of threatening the young man with the girl just came up then it was killed off. Such deliberate thoughts gave him a sense of fear. The man had been on the business for over ten years. He wasn't an important person but he couldn't bring up the courage to resist in front of this young man. The whole compartment was in the young man's control the moment the knife was pressed against his neck.

As Zhang had said. The train began decelerating as it entered the station. They could hear the noise coming from the other compartments. People were also getting their luggages ready. If it wasn't the robbers still standing here, they might have started rushing toward the doors.

"You can go... oh and... are you going to get revenge on me?" Zhang suddenly asked.

"...No. No..."

"Hehe. That's good." Zhang let out a sigh of relief and took the knife off the man's neck.

"Thanks."

The man gestured a thanks and headed over to another compartment. As they disappeared among the crowd, Zhang could faintly see them brought out black or gray vests from their pockets and put them on...

The train was still decelerating slowly. Zhang dropped to the seat exhausted. No fight happened but the expense in stamina and energy near that of a basketball game or exam.

Zhang felt a lack of energy. He didn't even reply to the thanks from the passengers. He leaned himself on the girl. It wasn't to take advantage of her this time.

"I am sorry. Zhang Yang tongxue (senpai equivalent). I have to get off..." She blushed and said in a weak voice.

"Ah..." He shoot up at once. His face turned red as he looked at her. "You are from xx school?"

"Yes. I am a sophomore in Chinese major. One year lower than you..." She didn't want to look at his face. She lowered her head and played with the knives. The scene was peculiar.

Pff... It was as though a gust swept across the compartment. Zhang disappeared among the crowd.

"Your wallet! Your wallet..."

The girl shouted from behind but Zhang was nowhere to be seen. The remaining passengers stared at the scene in confusion as they wondered what happened between this little couple.

Zhang had exited the train. The anxiousness had him walking without direction. How could he still remember about the wallet. He didn't bring any luggage. His clothes were just bought since the cafe uniform was destroyed in the explosion.

"What should I do? What should I do?... My hands reached up to my xuemei (kohai equivalent). Shit..."

He looked like as if life was hell.

"Fuck. Taking advantage isn't even such a big deal!" He raised his head and glanced around. Then immediately lowered it and ran away like he was afraid of getting caught.

When he crossed the checkpoint, five men were staring from afar.

"Leader, finish him!" One of them said with a hideous expression.

Pah! The leader gave him a slap.


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"Fuck. Can you use your brain? That guy isn't a normal person. Are you still treating him as a student? A student wouldn't have such killing intent. Didn't you feel it? It was a killing intent from actually killing people. Not people like us who only talk. He showed it when he asked if I will take revenge. If we go invoke him again, I can promise he won't show mercy..."

The leader scolded him. The other men showed agreement. The feeling that young man gave them was too powerful. An oppressive and uncomfortable feeling that made their breathing difficult, almost to the point of suffocating.

"But in the beginning... why did he seemed like a kid..." The idiot was still trying to argue.

Pah! Another clear slap.

"My god! How can I have such a stupid brother? You know? That was why he was dangerous. We wouldn't be scared if he looked like an gosu in martial art. Have you ever seem any gosu that actually looked like one?"

The leader slapped him again. He was feeling depressed. If his brother didn't look too much like him, that young man wouldn't have hold him hostage instead of the other four.

"Brother..."

"!?" Another slap on the face.

"Call me leader!"

"Leader..." He covered his face with his hand feeling wronged. He had thick skin but that didn't mean taking slaps without reason. He couldn't understand why his brother wanted him to call leader instead.

"Speak."

"Are we getting back on?" He glanced at at the train. The passengers were almost finished boarding.

"No freaking point. C city is a civilized city. Beautiful environments, not too big but prosperous. Since we have come here, we need to make a buck..."

The leader laughed as he stared into the night sky. They committed crimes as they wandered, no home, spent all they had, and think of ways when they have no money.

Zhang kept running after he left the train station. The time was midnight. Many people were training so he didn't attract any attention.

"Hu...Hu..." He finally got tired and leaned against a big tree. His body hidden among the tree's shadow.

After he left the train station, he felt more scared as he thought about everything. His thoughts were controlled by cold blooded emotion. That reaction was an instinct. This made Zhang feel scared. The him before could never speak in front of five savage looking men.

The worst fear was he almost lost control of himself and killed that man. He didn't understand why would he had such thoughts. His subconscious back then had an intense desire to kill.

Why?

Why did I want to kill when he was no longer a threat?

Zhang racked his brain on this question. That wasn't his thought. He never even killed a chicken in his life. Definitely shouldn't have such a strong killing intent against a stranger so suddenly.

Zhang wanted to find out the source of this problem. It wasn't a problem with the memories he inherited. He had done multiple small tests in this month and confirmed those memories wouldn't affect his decisions. They would only try to instinctively protect him when in danger.

So the problem was with himself!

"Why? Why..."

Zhang muttered. He looked up at the night sky. It was still far from dawn. He had two choice. Go back to school to sleep, or sleep in a friend's house.

"Taxi..."

He chose the friend's house without a second thought. The school was probably closed by now. That old man guarding the gate was stubborn. Plus, the semester had started three days ago.

"How much does it cost to get to xx street?" Zhang knew he would get ripped off if he didn't come to a deal first.

"Twenty." The driver recognized his local accent and gave a fair price.

"Ok. Twenty. I will pay price and give me the receipt..."

The driver rolled down the window. The cold air made him feel so comfortable. He reached for his pocket. The price was fair but Zhang didn't trust the driver. Pay first and getting the receipt was the best option.

"Ah... my wallet..." He stood there in a daze. His hand froze inside the pocket. The only thing was the knife. He almost cut his finger trying to find the wallet.

"What's it? No money?"

"I left my wallet at my friend." Zhang looked as though he was going to cry. That was when he realized his wallet was still in the girl's hand.

"Hehe. I am not Leifeng (selfless). You can walk back if you don't have money... Ah..."

The driver suddenly screamed and the taxi sped off like a rocket. The tail light disappeared in just a few seconds. That speed rivaled F1.

"... Why did you run so fast? I just wanted to ask if this knife is worth the twenty dollar..."

He watched with his eyes wide open and knife in hand as the taxi drove away. It seemed like he had to go back to school. That friend's house was at least twice as far as the school.

He looked at the knife and weighted it. Hefty. Should be decent quality. He put it back in his pocket instead of throwing it away.

C city was a known city that never slept, especially during summer. Lonely or over energetic people wandered the streets through the nights. It wasn't boring walking on the street. Occasionally, half covered girls in heavy makeup came out from those shops and tease and call him. He had long heard of this but never had the chance. Unfortunately, he didn't have any money on him...