Chapter 115: Yang Tian’s Skill (An Extra Chapter with 20 Monthly Tickets!)

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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, although the elevated highway was not yet fully open to traffic, the nostalgic renovation project of Zhongshan Road had been completely finished.

People of all ages in Binhai City flooded the streets, celebrating the traditional festival while rejoicing over this grand event for the city. Citizens performing dragon and lion dances filled Zhongshan Road, while rows of yangge dancers gathered in Zhongshan Park.

To embrace nostalgia, many elderly gentlemen donned Zhongshan suits once again, walking the streets with renewed vigor. In the past, wearing Zhongshan suits often drew ridicule as old-fashioned, but now, on Zhongshan Road, it was considered a stylish choice, earning respect and admiration from all passersby.

The public was very pleased with the transformation of Zhongshan Road. Vice Mayor Lang Ping’s political achievements soared, and Yang Tian received commendations. Besides profits from landscaping and horticulture, the city government awarded him an extra 50,000 yuan, and he was named one of Binhai City’s Top Ten Outstanding Youths of 1998.

Meanwhile, the new semester at Binhai No. 1 High School began. Since Yang Tian had been honored as one of the city’s top youths, the teachers treated him with special courtesy. Those who once called him strange or a prodigy no longer mocked him; they even greeted him warmly, having witnessed the remarkable transformation of Zhongshan Road firsthand.

Early in the morning, Yang Tian arrived at school carrying his backpack. As he sat down, he noticed Huang Juan was missing, which made him uneasy. It was Monday; Huang Juan should have come to school from home as usual, and she always arrived earlier than him. Why was she late today?

Even as the morning reading bell rang, Huang Juan’s absence persisted. Worried, Yang Tian quickly took out his phone to call her. After receiving the city government’s bonus, he had immediately bought phones for both Huang Juan and Yang Xueling—Nokias costing over two thousand yuan each—making them so thrilled they barely slept for days.

“Xiao Juan, where are you? Why haven’t you come to school yet?” Yang Tian asked habitually when the call connected.

“I’m fine. I’m not feeling well today and want to take a leave. By the way, please help me ask Teacher Bao for leave!” Huang Juan’s voice on the other end was urgent but didn’t sound unwell.

Yang Tian paused, sensing something was amiss, and called Huang Juan’s home. The call went through, but no one answered.

He dialed three times with no response. His anxiety grew—if Huang Juan was unwell and resting, why wasn’t she at home?

Finally, Yang Tian decided to call his own home. After all, their houses were close; if anything happened, both families would know.

“Xiao Tian, what’s the matter?” The voice on the other end was Li Xiuying’s, sounding a bit anxious.

“Mom, did something happen to Huang Juan’s family?” Yang Tian asked directly.

“No… nonsense. What could possibly happen to her family? You just focus on studying!” Li Xiuying’s refusal sounded uncertain.

“Mom, you can’t hide this. You know many times I can help you or them. If you conceal things and something goes wrong, it’ll be too late for regrets!” Yang Tian was almost certain something had happened to Huang Juan’s family, pressing Li Xiuying with the gravity of the situation. He knew they were keeping things from him to prevent reckless actions, and he trusted his mother’s kind heart would eventually tell him.

“Xiao Tian, your Uncle Huang was held hostage by a group of competitors at a service station on Ninghua Heights. They said he didn’t follow the rules, beat him up, and demanded 50,000 yuan in compensation from your uncle’s family…” Li Xiuying finally revealed the full story.

Before she finished, Yang Tian hung up and rushed out of the classroom, not forgetting to shout to his deskmate Chen Ming, “Chen Ming, please ask Teacher Bao to excuse us. Huang Juan and I both have matters and can’t attend class today!”

“Whoa, so urgent! Are the lovebirds going to register their marriage?” Before Chen Ming could answer, Zhao Shilei joked, making the whole class burst into laughter.

“Yang Tian, where are you rushing off to?” As he left the classroom, Yang Tian ran into Bao Yuehong, who smiled with a furrowed brow.

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“There’s something going on at home. Sis, I’ll explain later!” Yang Tian waved to Bao Yuehong and strode away briskly.

On Ninghua Heights, the closest service station to Binhai was the Jinyang Service Station, so Yang Tian rode directly there.

Upon arrival, Huang Biao and his group were indeed present. Both factions had taken positions. Yang Tian guessed that Huang Biao was selling jujubes grown by his own family—good quality and low price, making them popular in Binhai. The competitors were mostly merchants transporting jujubes from Shanxi, who earned very little profit. Huang Biao’s tactics made their jujubes harder to sell at a good price.

Many merchants sold jujubes in Binhai, and this time they had united to try to push Huang Biao out of the market.

Eight black trucks blocked the east side of the service station. A group of slick-haired small-time merchants stood there, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, faces filled with satisfaction, as Huang Biao was already in their custody.

Behind them stood about forty or fifty thugs from Henan, mostly unemployed hooligans wielding iron rods and knives.

On the other side were Yang Bao and Huang Biao’s family. Yang Tian never expected Yang Bao to be here as well. Besides Yang Bao and Zhong Hehua, Zhang Qiang had brought many men, and Zhong Hehua’s younger brother Zhong Bangcai also came to help mediate. However, Zhang Qiang and Zhong Bangcai were businessmen with money but no power, so they could only fight—offering little deterrence.

Both sides were furious, on the verge of a fierce brawl. The nearby Jinyang Police Station dispatched officers, but too few in number to control the situation, so they waited at a distance for reinforcements.

“Release Huang Biao! Competition among merchants is common, but what you’re doing is illegal!” Yang Bao shouted loudly. Despite the early spring chill, sweat poured down their faces in anxiety. Huang Biao had already been beaten to the point of vomiting blood and was lying on the ground, his condition unknown.

“Did you bring the 50,000 yuan?” a skinny middle-aged man sneered, clearly the ringleader.

“Here’s the money, release him!” urged Zhong Bangcai, hastily pulling out the cash under Zhong Hehua’s urging.

“You can release him, but you must promise never to sell jujubes in Binhai again!” the skinny man said smugly.

“That’s impossible! Binhai is a place governed by law. You can’t just tell us not to sell!” Zhang Qiang said angrily. None of them had ever encountered such ruthless competition.

“Hmph, a place governed by law? If you dare sell jujubes here again, this will be your fate!” The skinny man kicked Huang Biao, causing him to scream in pain.

Huang Biao was skilled in combat but overwhelmed by numbers, which explained his defeat.

“Let my father go!” Huang Juan, heartbroken at seeing Huang Biao beaten, cried out and rushed forward.

Slap!

A thug blocked her path and struck her a loud slap across the face.

Yang Bao and the others were enraged and about to charge into a fight when Yang Tian, observing from afar, accelerated on his motorcycle and dashed over.

The thug who hit Huang Juan was caught off guard and was knocked flying, leaving both sides dumbfounded.

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The motorcycle came to a halt between the opponents and Huang Juan. Yang Bao and his group hurried over to shield her.

“Yang Tian?!” Gasps of astonishment arose as Yang Tian removed his helmet.

“Why didn’t you tell me something like this happened?” Yang Tian gently touched Huang Juan’s swollen cheek and softly questioned.

“I heard those people were fierce and feared you’d get hurt if you came,” Huang Juan wiped away her tears. For some reason, with Yang Tian here, her worries lessened considerably.

“Whoever dares to hit me, hits Huang Biao!” the skinny man shouted furiously, mocking.

Thirty or forty thugs surrounded Huang Biao, ready to continue the assault. Unexpectedly, Yang Tian moved faster, riding his motorcycle right beside Huang Biao. He then threw off his helmet, smashing it onto the skinny man’s face, leaving it bloodied and disfigured.

The thugs were stunned, but besides the skinny man, a few other ringleaders remained composed. They immediately targeted Yang Tian, brandishing weapons and charging at him.

Yang Tian didn’t hold back. He pulled out a two-meter-long strap from behind his bike and swung it with force. The strap, combined with his strength, was a deadly weapon, leaving the thugs dizzy and dazed.

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