Chapter 213: Why Is Going Home So Hard!

Hu Zhengquan now looked like a piece of salted fish hanging on a bamboo pole in a cold window, desperately shaking his legs in the wind, trying to climb up.

But in the eyes of the police dogs chasing behind Hu Zhengquan, this action was a contempt for them—he actually dared to dangle a "ham" in front of their mouths.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Now the police dogs had chased to the railway roadbed. One of the fast ones even jumped up, wanting to bite Hu Zhengquan's butt. But Hu Zhengquan's body swayed, and with his strength exhausted, the dog jumped too far, hit the train, was carried forward by the train's impact, rolled, and fell to the ground, letting out a miserable "Awooo" sound.

The remaining police dogs were also stirred up by Hu Zhengquan, running forward while following Hu Zhengquan, who was hanging on the train, jumping up from time to time to bite Hu Zhengquan's feet.

Seeing that the dogs had caught up and were still biting his feet, Hu Zhengquan kicked and stomped even harder. In the time it took to catch his breath, he kicked away four or five bites.

As mentioned before, two legs could never outrun four legs. If it weren't for the passing train, Hu Zhengquan would definitely have been bitten by the police dogs.

But Hu Zhengquan had already calculated the passing time of all the trains in his heart. Clearly, he was prepared. This was the advantage of intentional calculation over unintentional.

Two legs couldn't outrun four legs, and four legs could never outrun wheels.

Hu Zhengquan had now boarded a train with fifty or sixty wheels. The police dogs naturally couldn't outrun Hu Zhengquan. After being kicked away a few times, they were gradually left behind by the train.

Hu Zhengquan had been fighting the train's inertia since he climbed on, and then he started fighting the police dogs. Only now could he finally catch his breath.

Feeling the cold wind blowing from the front, even though he was squinting, he didn't dare look forward. He could only face backward, temporarily dangling his legs, his two hands clinging to the carriage ladder, even though the blood on his hands had frozen and solidified on the ladder's angle iron.

Hu Zhengquan clung to the ladder and looked back, only to see that annoying pack of dogs eating dust behind the train, still making futile efforts to chase along the tracks.

That annoying Li Xuewu was standing in the snow, looking at him. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, it must be one of regret and despair.

Just like a few days ago, when Hu Zhengquan came out of the club and saw his own lights extinguished, he felt a sense of intuition and looked at the window he knew was monitoring him. Hu Zhengquan knew that Li Xuewu must be watching him from behind that window. If he made gestures at Li Xuewu, Li Xuewu would definitely be able to see them.

The two had fought wits and courage for so long that they had a deep understanding of each other. To put it bluntly, Hu Zhengquan's understanding of Li Xuewu was deeper than Sister Lou's understanding of Li Xuewu—it was the kind of understanding that struck the soul.

In a life-and-death struggle, the person who understands you best is definitely your opponent.

As the train moved forward with a "clatter-clatter, clatter-clatter," Hu Zhengquan faced the back of the train to avoid the cold wind and saw more happy things.

Although his hands hurt, his chest hurt, and his face was frozen with pain, the feeling of escaping death was truly happy.

Escaped!

Yes, escaped!

Going home!

Yes, I'm going home!

Gradually, Hu Zhengquan saw the pursuers appear in his field of vision one by one, each closer to him than the last. But now, they were all charging forward helplessly, running. As they ran, they gradually slowed down their running speed. Clearly, they had a feeling of despair in their hearts.

Hu Zhengquan even saw the face of the guard closest to him. He knew this person; this person had been in the guard team for two years. From the information provided by the organization, he even knew what kind of cigarettes this person liked to smoke and where his home was.

Hehehe, want to catch me?

Heh, ptooey!

In your next life! Let these people and dogs chasing me despair~

Let that damn organization go to hell! I'm free now. When I reach the nearest city, I'll use the introduction letter and money in my pocket to go to Tianjin, then go out to sea to Hong Kong, and then go home~

Go home!

Right, going home~

Hahahahaha~

Ryoko~ Eri~ I'm coming ho...

"Bang!"

Hu Zhengquan was fantasizing about returning to his hometown, seeing his loved ones he thought about day and night, and living a leisurely life. His joyful mood was suddenly interrupted. He felt as if someone had crashed into his back. His body was violently slammed against the ladder, his chest was bruised again, and the place that had just been hit hurt even more.

"Ah~~~"

Hu Zhengquan screamed in pain. He hissed and turned his head to look behind him, only to see a guard grabbing his clothes on his shoulders with both hands, pulling downward continuously, wanting to pull him off the train together.

"Let go, you bastard! Look at the stones below, do you want to die?"

Hearing the target screaming and telling him to let go, how could Zhao Yajun be willing to let go of the merit he had already grasped? This was his hope for becoming a regular employee and changing his life, his hope for his second brother to marry a wife, his hope for his third brother and little sister to go to school, and his hope for himself and his family to walk out of the mountains. How could he be willing to let go?

"You let go first, come back with me."

Hearing this foolish answer, Hu Zhengquan cursed, "What benefits did Li Xuewu give you? What benefits did the Rolling Mill give you that are worth you risking your life like this? Don't tell me about your damn ideals. Think about your family, your wife, your children. Do you still want to risk your life with me here?"

It would have been better if Hu Zhengquan hadn't said that line about thinking of his family. The more he said it, the tighter Zhao Yajun gripped.

Yeah, you're right. I wasn't thinking about any damn ideals. I was thinking about my family. It's because I was thinking about them that I have to catch you.

Zhao Yajun grabbed Hu Zhengquan's clothes on his shoulders with both hands and pulled downward continuously. Even though the train was swaying and the two were rocking left and right, he didn't let go.

"I have hidden a lot of money near the Rolling Mill. My wages and savings over the years are hidden there. I'll tell you the address, will you let me go?"

"No, you let go and come back with me."

"Ah! That's over ten thousand yuan! And there are US dollars. You know what US dollars are, right? They're very valuable money. The US dollars they gave me, tens of thousands of US dollars, I haven't spent any of them. I put them all there. If you dig them up, they'll all be yours. It's enough for you to live a carefree life for a lifetime. I'll give them all to you, okay?"

"No, you come back with me."

Hu Zhengquan saw that this was a stubborn fool and stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he turned his head fiercely and bit toward Zhao Yajun's hand that was grabbing his shoulder.

They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart. Zhao Yajun's eyes closed tightly from the pain of Hu Zhengquan biting his fingers. He roared, but he didn't let go. In his pain and anxiety, he kept hitting Hu Zhengquan's back with his head, but this didn't stop Hu Zhengquan from biting him.

This Hu Zhengquan was also ruthless. If he were pulled down by this stubborn fool now, he would either be knocked to death on the stones of the roadbed or be dragged back by these people to be tortured, and eventually, he would be executed.

Now, it was either you die or I die between Hu Zhengquan and Zhao Yajun. Where would he still have the energy to hold back?

This Hu Zhengquan bit Zhao Yajun so hard that tears of pain came out. His left hand couldn't help but let go of Hu Zhengquan's shoulder. His body was swayed by the train, and his right hand was also shaken off.

Just when Hu Zhengquan thought he had won again, his waist was hugged by the stubborn fool he thought had fallen off.

Hu Zhengquan looked down and saw that Zhao Yajun, regardless of his bleeding hand, had hugged his waist again.

Now Hu Zhengquan's hands, which were gripping the train ladder, had no strength left. He was about to lose his grip. His continuous running for his life, breaking through complex alleys, breaking through large snow ditches, breaking through waist-deep snow, and then boarding the train—after fighting for so long, his body couldn't take it anymore.

The feet of the boy below him had already touched the ground, constantly being hit by the stones on the roadbed, but he just wouldn't let go of him.

"Ah~~ Damn you~~ If you really want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"

Hu Zhengquan saw that this boy was in pain from the hits but still wouldn't let go, hugging his waist and dangling, so he kicked wildly at the stomach and waist of the person behind him with his feet.

Zhao Yajun's situation was truly critical. His hands were bleeding continuously, his stomach was being kicked continuously by the target, and his feet were being hit and ground by stones. His whole body was in severe pain.

"Are you letting go or not? Are you letting go or not? Are you letting go or not?..."

Hu Zhengquan asked a question every time he kicked. He kicked and asked, kicked and asked, until finally, he was just kicking mechanically, having long since lost the energy to ask questions.

Just when Hu Zhengquan couldn't hold on anymore, and Zhao Yajun couldn't hold on either, a large rubber-soled cotton shoe, covered in black coal cinder, kicked Hu Zhengquan squarely and forcefully in the face.

Hu Zhengquan was stunned by the kick. He didn't even care about the person behind him. He looked upward and saw a guard grabbing the carriage, standing on the ladder, and kicking him in the face.

"Damn it, why is going home so hard!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The person standing on the carriage roof and kicking Hu Zhengquan from top to bottom was Gao Fengkun. He ran fast, grabbed a carriage first, moved little by little from the coal pile above, and happened to move above Hu Zhengquan. Seeing the target kicking his companion, he also gave him a big kick.

"Get down, come back with us."

Hu Zhengquan tilted his face to dodge the big foot from above, but the kicks on his side face were also very painful. To relieve the pain of being kicked by the big foot, Hu Zhengquan could only switch between his left and right faces to be kicked.

Hu Zhengquan was betting that the stubborn fool below him couldn't hold on, so he could make a desperate counterattack and deal with the one above.

Gao Fengkun saw that Zhao Yajun had already started dragging his feet on the ground and was about to lose his grip. How could he still mess around with the target below? Left face, right face? Damn you, I ran onto the train in the cold weather to give you a facial massage?

"Damn you, get down~"

"Clang!"

Gao Fengkun used all his strength in this big kick, twisting Hu Zhengquan's tilted face. Hu Zhengquan's hands, which had held on for so long, finally couldn't grip anymore and were dragged down by the person below.

"Plop"

"Gurgle"

"Rolling"

Zhao Yajun only felt that the target had been dragged down by him. His hands were hit on the stones, which was so painful. His body started rolling uncontrollably, followed by a dizzying spin.

Gao Fengkun saw the target kicked down, so he also climbed down along the ladder, jumped into the snow ditch next to him at the lowest point, and then rolled up.

siluke.

Gao Fengkun learned this trick in his hometown. When riding a horse, sometimes the horse would lose control and roll into snow piles or sand piles. Nine times out of ten, he wouldn't get hurt. Clearly, this experience saved him.

He shook his head, wiped the snow from his eyes, and looked forward, only to see that the train had already driven away. Not far ahead on the ground, two people were wrestling—or to be precise, the target was beating Zhao Yajun.

Gao Fengkun's eyes turned red. He was a newcomer who had entered the city because of his relationship with Zhao Yajun. In the city, Zhao Yajun had also been taking care of him. Zhao Yajun had also sought him out for this mission. They weren't just childhood friends; they were now brothers who had been through life and death together.

"Damn you!" Gao Fengkun roared and ran forward. It was only a hundred meters. Zhao Yajun running along the roadbed was much faster than running in the snow just now. He ran to the two of them in just over twenty seconds.

He saw the target continuously hitting Zhao Yajun's head with his elbows and hitting Zhao Yajun's face with his fists, wanting Zhao Yajun to let go of his waist, but Zhao Yajun just wouldn't let go.

"Bang"

Gao Fengkun helped Hu Zhengquan with another facial massage. A large sole "banged" into Hu Zhengquan's head, kicking Hu Zhengquan sideways into the snow.

In fact, Hu Zhengquan knew he couldn't run anymore from the moment he was kicked off the train. The people in the distance were risking their lives to chase this way, the dogs on the tracks, the person who kicked him on the train, and this one—this stubborn fool who had been hugging him.

He couldn't run anymore, he couldn't run anymore, but he just wasn't reconciled. He just wanted to beat this person who pulled him down, this fool who only knew how to say "come back with me," this stubborn fool.

Gao Fengkun knew this was the target the Section Chief had been watching for a long time and must be an important person. He didn't dare let him die. After kicking him down, he endured the urge to avenge his brother immediately, took out the handcuffs from his waist, and handcuffed the target lying in the snow.

The moment his hands were handcuffed, Hu Zhengquan seemed to be dead. His eyes stared blankly at the dark night sky, lying on his back in the snow, letting the snow surround him. That endless night sky seemed to be the road home—long and dark.

Gao Fengkun saw that he had already handcuffed the target, but Zhao Yajun was still hugging the target and wouldn't let go, so he said to Zhao Yajun, "Yajun, let him go. I've already handcuffed him."

But he said this twice, and Zhao Yajun didn't move. Gao Fengkun stood up abruptly and grabbed Zhao Yajun's shoulders to pull him back, but he couldn't pull him away. He leaned over to look between the two, only to see Zhao Yajun's eyes closed tightly, his face in pain.

"Brother, let go. We've caught him."

Gao Fengkun whispered in Zhao Yajun's ear and reached out to touch Zhao Yajun's hands, which were gripped together. A damp, warm feeling—he pulled them out and saw they were bright red with blood. This red blood was so dazzling against the backdrop of the snow.

"Ah!

!"

Gao Fengkun roared, turned over the target who was waiting to die, and looked at Zhao Yajun's hands gripping the target's waist, only to see that the hands that were gripped together were already a bloody mess. ===== CHAPTER 214 =====