Chapter 29 What is Training?

Fang Senyan frowned and said, "What do you mean, training?" Just as the lamb kebab vendor was about to speak, the old man selling sachima suddenly yelled, "You dare betray..." He only managed to say four words before Fang Senyan moved with lightning speed, grabbing his hair and slamming his head against the wall. He then wiped his hand on the wall with disgust and said calmly, "Severe concussion, cerebrospinal fluid rhinorrhea, bedridden for at least half a year, and even after recovery, there will be symptoms such as amnesia, incontinence, and mental disorder—this is the medical diagnosis the doctor will give him later. If anyone else interrupts, they will suffer the same fate."

This action immediately suppressed everyone present. Only the lamb kebab vendor looked around triumphantly before saying, "The training is usually done by Niu Laoda (Old Bull), and the purpose is to make the children look more miserable so that it is easier for them to beg on the streets. Usually, their legs are crippled to prevent them from escaping and to increase the sympathy of passersby. Also, a section of the children's tongues is cut off to make their speech slurred and prevent them from asking for help."

Fang Senyan said coldly, "So, my friend's child is still being 'trained'?"

The lamb kebab vendor nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I can take you there, but after this, I definitely won't be able to stay in this city..." He looked up at Fang Senyan, his eyes flashing with a hint of greed.

Fang Senyan's expression remained unchanged, and he tossed another ten thousand yuan over, saying coldly, "Take me there. If I find the child, I'll add another ten thousand. Stay honestly by my side, and no one will be able to touch a hair on your head."

The lamb kebab vendor was immediately overjoyed and nodded obsequiously as he walked ahead. Fang Senyan took a few steps, then suddenly returned, looked at the remaining Xinjiang man, and kicked him decisively, adding another unconscious person to the group. The lamb kebab vendor looked at this scene in surprise.

Fang Senyan said calmly, "There's something called a telephone in this world. Since you can betray Niu Laoda, why can't someone inform him? I'm not afraid of Niu Laoda being prepared, I'm only afraid of him running away beforehand!"

An hour later, Fang Senyan and the lamb kebab vendor were standing in front of a tall building. The building was magnificent, with at least thirty stories, and the glass curtain wall was luxurious. A giant advertisement for Angelina Jolie was smiling on it, and高级商务精英 (high-level business elites) and luxury cars such as Bentleys and Mercedes-Benzes were constantly going in and out. Even Fang Senyan, who was usually very calm, couldn't help but ask the lamb kebab vendor, "Are you sure Niu Laoda (Old Bull) is here?"

The lamb kebab vendor smiled mysteriously and led Fang Senyan through a small door at the back. The security guard at the door didn't even glance at them. The back of the building was obviously not as glamorous as it looked from the front, because it was clearly the back kitchen of a restaurant, the kind of place where chickens were slaughtered, vegetables were washed, and fish were gutted. Dirt, mess, and squalor were naturally indispensable. A waiter was even spitting on a decorative dish he was holding, presumably venting his anger after being scolded by a customer.

The lamb kebab vendor skillfully tossed a few cigarettes to the people he saw, and naturally no one bothered them. After a few minutes, he pulled Fang Senyan into a side alley, walked a few steps, and then stopped. Above them, a freight elevator rumbled down.

After the two entered the freight elevator, the lamb kebab vendor was obviously a little nervous. He lit a cigarette, but his hand was shaking so much that he couldn't light it. Fang Senyan closed his eyes and leaned against the elevator wall to rest, a faint smile always on his lips. After the elevator reached the top floor, it was still a picture of bright windows, clean carpets, and wallpaper, like a Fortune 500 company. However, the lamb kebab vendor turned to the right and entered a nearby alley. At the end of the alley was a half-closed door, and behind the door was a staircase leading to the roof.

The lamb kebab vendor lowered his voice and said, "It's up there. Someone is guarding the door. I won't go up. I'll wait for you here."

Fang Senyan looked at him deeply, then suddenly reached out his left hand and grabbed his arm, and then stepped forward. The lamb kebab vendor felt as if his arm had been clamped in an iron hoop and could only stagger forward. After the two stepped onto the last section of stairs, the space in front of them suddenly narrowed. An old, second-hand rolling shutter door blocked the way, and a lock was on the small door for entry and exit. A drunken man wearing a black elastic vest was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall to rest. Next to him were a pile of chicken bones and five or six bottles of beer that had been partially consumed.

As soon as he saw Fang Senyan and the lamb kebab vendor, he immediately jumped up and grabbed a beer bottle. Fang Senyan continued forward without changing his expression. The man smashed the beer bottle on Fang Senyan's head! With a "crash," glass shards and leftover beer splattered everywhere, but Fang Senyan was unfazed. The bottle seemed to have been smashed against granite. He reached out and grabbed the man's throat with one hand, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall. The man kicked wildly, but to no avail, until his eyes turned white and he passed out. Only then did Fang Senyan stop.

After finding the key on the man, Fang Senyan picked up a steel pipe that was placed next to him, opened the rolling shutter door, and went up to the roof. Once he entered, he didn't care who it was, as long as it wasn't a child, he would hit them over the head with the pipe. He moved extremely fast and heavily. Those who were hit could only lie on the ground groaning and couldn't get up to do anything else.

"Where is the child?" Fang Senyan asked the lamb kebab vendor directly. He didn't even want to say anything more to the people on the rooftop. The lamb kebab vendor looked at Fang Senyan's fierce power of killing a man every ten steps. Even if he had any other intentions, they had long been dispelled. Without saying a word, he opened the two temporary structures built with asbestos fiber tiles and plywood. The misery inside was indescribable. Just the stench of feces and rotting could knock someone over. Fang Senyan looked inside, walked to the side of a guy who had been knocked down, grabbed his hair, and said coldly, "Where is He Xiaojun?"

This guy had been hit in the face with a pipe, and his face was covered in blood and tears. He whimpered for a long time before Fang Senyan learned that He Xiaojun was very stubborn. After being captured, he refused to eat or drink. The goal of these people was to make money, and they didn't want to kill anyone. It so happened that Niu Laoda's (Old Bull) "training class" was about to graduate a batch of trainees, so they locked him in the small shed next door. They planned to slowly deal with this kid after this busy period was over. As a result, He Xiaojun hadn't suffered much other than being starved, of course, beatings and insults were inevitable.

He Xiaojun's illness was also getting worse. Large patches of red spread across his face and body, looking extremely frightening. However, the child's eyes were shining with a stubborn and fierce light, like a little wolf cub with mange, full of threat and lethality.

Looking at this child, Fang Senyan seemed to see He Weiguo as a child. He sighed, and then looked at the miserable state of the other imprisoned children. He turned to ask the lamb kebab vendor, "Who is Niu Laoda (Old Bull)? You don't want to leave any future troubles, do you?"

The lamb kebab vendor shuddered and gritted his teeth, pointing to the left corner. "He is Niu Laoda (Old Bull)!"

Fang Senyan looked over. The man was cowering to the side, dark and skinny, like a date pit that had been eaten clean. His face was full of wrinkles, covered with the ravages of time. He looked like an old farmer, nothing like the leader of a gang that trafficked and harmed children. However, as soon as the lamb kebab vendor said this, a fierce look immediately appeared in the man's eyes. He shouted and spoke a string of Xinjiang dialect, and then took out a nang cutting knife from his waist and rushed up.

Fang Senyan completely ignored him, even though his eyes were on He Xiaojun. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he casually swung the steel pipe and knocked the knife out of his hand. The second blow hit his nose, the third hit his knee, and the fourth hit his elbow.

These four blows seemed light and casual, but they actually whistled through the air with a dull sound, obviously with considerable force. After hitting Niu Laoda's (Old Bull) body, there was a clear sound of bones breaking. Even the steel pipe was deformed. Niu Laoda (Old Bull) was spun around a few times before he could no longer bear it, falling to the ground and rolling around miserably, screaming. Saliva, snot, and blood mixed with the dust on the ground and smeared all over his face.

Fang Senyan stood alone in the middle of a circle of seven or eight thugs, like a reef standing in the sea, completely ignoring those people. When these thugs saw the slightly bent, blood-stained steel pipe in his hand, they were like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. Intimidated by his aura, they were all retreating. Fang Senyan turned his head slightly to He Xiaojun and said, "I'll take you home. Do you want to go?"

Doubt appeared in He Xiaojun's eyes, but he finally nodded. Fang Senyan took the lead and walked out. After He Xiaojun and the lamb kebab vendor had both come out, he turned his head and threw down a hard sentence: "I'll call the police in five minutes."

This sentence undoubtedly drove Niu Laoda (Old Bull) to a dead end. At this time, it was undoubtedly a case of the tree falling and the monkeys scattering. His hands and feet were already crippled. Under these circumstances, these thugs would most likely split the money and run. It was clear that this criminal gang was ruined, and it could be considered that Fang Senyan had helped He Xiaojun solve a hidden danger.

When He Xiaojun saw his grandmother, he finally behaved like a normal child and burst into tears, rushing over to her. Fang Senyan didn't say anything, just watched quietly. The two grandparents cried in each other's arms for more than ten minutes. He's mother finally noticed Fang Senyan's existence and naturally thanked him profusely. In the end, she even took out a huge sum of two hundred thousand yuan. Fang Senyan waved his hand and declined, then smiled slightly and said, "If you really want to thank me, please make a pot of lotus root and pork rib soup for me to taste."