Well, someone had started to take things personally.
After all, Chiang Xiao was just a teen girl, and by appearances alone, everyone unanimously took her side.
"Find the train attendant."
"You wait here for me, I’ll escort him over," Hu Xibing said to Chiang Xiao.
He had also broken out in a cold sweat, not expecting a train ride to become so eventful. Thankfully, Chiang Xiao knew kung fu, and she was quite good at it!
Otherwise, if she had been stabbed or slashed on the face by the man who had a knife, he really wouldn’t know how to explain it to her family or Captain Meng.
Thinking of this, Hu Xibing felt even more disdainful of the man he had caught; he yanked him up viciously and kicked him in the lower back, "Move it! Behave yourself!"
He used to be a Supervisor Guard after retirement, with a strong grip; the man had no way to break free and could only cry out in pain.
"Ease up, man, ease up. That little girl broke my arm, I’m going to be disabled..."
The other passengers couldn’t help but despise him.
"Tch, what a loudmouth! A little girl could incapacitate your arm?"
"I think he’d be better off really disabled, up to no good in the dead of night. People like him deserve a harsh lesson!"
The crowd was impassioned, scolding the man so much he didn’t dare to howl anymore as Hu Xibing escorted him to the service carriage.
Chiang Xiao had intended to follow them, but as she was carrying a lot of items and it wasn’t convenient to carry them, she had to sit back down. After such a commotion, the passengers couldn’t sleep, and the people around started to express their concern for Chiang Xiao.
It must be said that people in this era are mostly simple and warm-hearted, not having experienced the kind of vast spread of internet information of later times, unaware of incidents where doing good deeds ended up in wrongful sentencing, not having heard too much news about the cold-heartedness of society, unlike before when everyone only cared about their own courtyard.
Even just now, if Chiang Xiao’s kung fu hadn’t been so good and she hadn’t subdued the man immediately, there would definitely have been many people in the carriage coming forward to help.
An older woman who was sitting diagonally across, with a child in her company, spoke with a sense of relief, "I never thought there would be bad people on the train, and he was sitting next to us too. With my grandson here, who knows what trouble we could have gotten into. Young girl, we have you to thank for neutralizing the danger."
"Earlier, when buying the ticket, that man stepped on my foot and didn’t even apologize; he even glared at me," a young man sitting behind added.
"Young girl, was that your brother earlier? Did he teach you your kung fu?" the older woman inquired further.
The others also started asking about her kung fu.
"Yes, yes, he used to be a Supervisor Guard; he was the one who taught me."
Chiang Xiao didn’t want to explain much and simply attributed everything to Hu Xibing.
"The young man looks really spirited! Are you guys heading back to the provincial city, or are you going there to visit relatives?" the elderly woman asked again.
"Visiting relatives," Chiang Xiao replied, not quite accustomed to such enthusiasm.
However, the child the older woman was holding kept staring at her with wide, curious eyes.
"Sister, you’re really pretty," he said in his tender, milky voice.
Upon hearing that, Chiang Xiao immediately took out a small bottle from her backpack and handed it over. "Thank you, this is for you to eat."
Because Xinian wrote in his letter that his subordinates used to fight over food with him, Chiang Xiao bought a number of half-pound plastic bottles before leaving on this trip, making several portions of salt and pepper chicken strips. She wasn’t actually carrying much; in fact, most of it was in her Space.