Pet King - Chapter 603
Chapter 603: Motorcycle Riders
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Like the frightened fish that narrowly escaped the net, Wang Qian and Li Kun escaped Binhai University. They were almost scared to death by the doorwomen of the girl’s dormitory. Out of breath, they leaned against the wall of the building.
“Wang Qian, who was the passing deity that saved us?” Li Kun asked, hands resting on his knees.
“I know as much as you do.” Wang Qian shook his head. “Luckily, we’re still alive. We can’t tell Master about this incident.”
“I know.” Li Kun nodded. If Master Zhang Zian knew how humiliating they looked right now, he’d hate them.
Wang Qian counted the cards in his hands. “I still have over 300 cards. How many do you have?”
“Over 200,” Li Kun answered. “If we go to other places, we’ll be able to finish.”
Wang Qian’s stomach sang. “I’m hungry after all that running. Are you hungry?” Wang Qian said, rubbing his stomach.
“Yes. Do you want to buy something at the night market nearby?” Li Kun wasn’t hungry, but he thought he should eat something to suppress his shock.
The catering business near the school always prospered. Every night, peddlers would push their carts to sell snacks there. The hygienic conditions of the snacks were unclear, but they were cheap.
When Wang Qian and Li Kun played online games with their roommates, the rule was that whoever became a liability in the game must go to the market to buy snacks for the whole dorm. Both Wang Qian and Li Kun had become quite familiar with the market.
Tonight, the market seemed much more deserted than usual, perhaps because most of the students left campus for the break. There were only a few carts in the alley. Under the bright lights, several college students were eating snacks.
When Wang Qian and Li Kun arrived, they felt relieved. Despite the curious gaze of onlookers, they overtly stuck the cards on walls and telephone poles.
When they walked by a stand selling Malatang, the spicy aromas stopped them. They sat down, selecting their favorite vegetables and meat.
The vendor removed the ingredients Wang Qian and Li Kun selected from the bamboo sticks and put them into the boiling hot soup. The different ingredients floating around in the soup made Wang Qian and Li Kun drool.
Once the Malatang was ready, the stand owner served a large bowl for each of them. The green vegetables, the pink crab sticks and sausages, the white quail eggs and fish balls, the yellow tofu, and the translucent vermicelli in the soup looked very appetizing.
Silently, Wang Qian and Li Kun broke apart the chopsticks apart, stirred the bowls a few times to dissipate the heat, and started to eat.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle was heard from not far away. A sharp female voice cried instantly, “Catch the bag robber!”
Wang Qian and Li Kun shuddered, thinking that the doorwomen had caught up with them. The vermicelli that had almost reached their mouths dropped back into their bowls, and the soup almost splashed on their clothes.
When they looked back, they saw a black motorcycle rushing by. The two riders, in black leather jackets, black leather pants and black helmets, almost blended into the dark night. The rider sitting in the back was carrying a designer handbag, going through the items in the bag.
As ordinary people, Wang Qian and Li Kun didn’t react. The motorcycle was going too fast, not leaving enough time for them to react. They just watched as the motorcycle drove past. Even if they had realized what was going on, what could they do?
In the blink of an eye, a short, stick-like object flew past them, and swiftly made its way into the front spokes of the motorcycle.
Only Wang Qian and Li Kun had witnessed the short stick. A strange idea popped into their minds. Is this a coincidence? Who else could judge the speed of the motorcycle accurately enough to insert a stick into the front spokes?
The two riders felt the front wheel lock, but the rear wheel was still rushing forward. As a result, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, the entire motorcycle turned upside-down. Bam! The motorcycle crashed into a telephone pole. Screaming, the two riders fell to the ground and rolled in front of Wang Qian and Li Kun.
Wang Qian and Li Kun, holding chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, were shocked by the sudden situation.
The several stand owners were silent. They stopped working and looked over. However, no one wanted to get involved. Since the stand owners needed to conduct business in this alley everyday, they didn’t want to get into trouble.
The girls closest to the scene withdrew quietly, while those far away picked up their cell phones to call the police. Several boys wanted to help, but were deterred by their girlfriends, who thought that the riders were dangerous.
The two motorcycle riders rubbed their lower backs and stood up. If not for the thick protective gear on their elbows and knees, they would have been injured badly.
What to do?
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at each other, hoping one of them would come up with an idea.
Though Wang Qian and Li Kun wanted to be brave, they couldn’t help worrying that the two motorcycle riders might have weapons with them. Doing the right thing wasn’t worth sacrificing their lives. Wang Qian and Li Kun had tried so hard to become apprentices of Master Zhang Zian, and a glorious career was waiting for them.
The girl whose bag was robbed ran towards the accident, shouting, “Can someone help? Stop them!”
The riders picked up the designer bag and passed by Wang Qian and Li Kun on their way to lift their motorcycle.
Wang Qian and Li Kun still hadn’t decided on what to do. However, someone else had decided for them.
They saw two more stick-like objects fly through the air.
Pa! Pa!
The two sticks stabbed the robbers’ armpits. They groaned, fell to their knees, and rubbed their armpits. Their painful expressions could be seen through their helmets.
The sticks fell to the ground. Wang Qian and Li Kun, who were near the riders, saw the objects clearly, one branch split into two pieces, and then thrown by someone.
Damn! Who did this?
