The sanitation workers were already coming and going, working under the streetlights.
If a city wants to be clean, these ordinary people are more important than Martial Artists.
Su Yue passed by a vegetable market, and many restaurant owners were already riding electric bikes to buy vegetables and meat, bustling with activity.
To save just a few cents compared to the market price, the owners had to get up hours earlier.
In the distance, a young couple kneaded dough and lit a fire, preparing breakfast.
In the Martial Arts Era, ordinary people still made up ninety percent of the population.
Ordinary folks are still the foundation.
Martial Artists hold power, but the lives of the people aren’t much different from the technological era, perhaps even more peaceful and prosperous, except for the higher taxes.
"This street was built under my dad’s supervision."
South Struggle Road alleviated many of the city’s chronic problems, and this was also Su Yue’s pride.
When something happened to his dad, it felt like the sky was falling for him.
At that time, Su Yue wandered this street like a lost soul for a long time.
He watched as late-night barbecue stalls packed up; despite their fatigue, the servers and owners still sat down to eat with laughter and joy.
Not long after the barbecue stands closed, sanitation workers clocked in, and breakfast stalls began to prepare.
Life goes on, like a breath, a cycle.
In unrecognized corners, everyone lived with hardship, yet they were happy.
Because of these people’s existence, the city had warmth.
It was at that time that Su Yue suddenly thought things through.
He wasn’t more miserable than anyone else; even without his dad’s care, he was already an adult.
If he continued to mope, his father would be even more heartbroken in prison.
Su Yue overheard hawkers transacting on credit, repaying in installments, so he shamelessly asked the principal for tuition installments.
No matter what, he had to get into Martial Science University.
On this South Struggle Road, those small yet optimistic people were the source of Su Yue’s revival.
In a year’s time, Su Yue had completely transformed himself.
His inner strength was enough to face life with a smile.
"Little brother, you’re up this early again! A bowl of braised broth noodles, with an egg, add sausage, noodles a bit firmer, to go?"
At the end of South Struggle Road, there’s an old brand that makes braised broth noodles.
This is a traditional breakfast in Cengyan City.
Every morning at this time, the breakfast shop owner could always see a delivery guy.
Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, this delivery guy would come unwaveringly to get the first order.
Braised broth noodles, the breakfast that one can never get enough of.
His acquaintance with the S-level fugitive Xiong Taiguang also stemmed from this bowl of braised broth noodles.
It was when Su Yue had just started doing deliveries, that one morning the system assigned him an order.
The address was remote, and there was no way to get there by electric bike.
For a small tip of 20 yuan, Su Yue took the breakfast order.
It was a coincidence too.
That night, it seemed Xiong Taiguang had been drinking heavily, and after Su Yue put down the delivery, he kindly poured him a glass of water.
Who knew that a skinny guy would suddenly start to swell up.
Su Yue was scared to death at that moment.
Muscle expansion aside, some high-ranking Martial Artists are so mysterious and capable of anything.
The main issue was Xiong Taiguang’s appearance.
The countless wanted posters in Cengyan City were no joke.
Xiong Taiguang then sobered up.
However, instead of silencing him, the guy told Su Yue to leave.
Xiong Taiguang even calmly began to eat the braised broth noodles, devouring them.
Su Yue, being nosy, asked Xiong Taiguang why he didn’t just kill him.
Mind you, Xiong Taiguang’s bounty was 100,000 yuan at the time, and it hadn’t gone up yet.
But 100,000 isn’t a small amount; most people would definitely expose and report him.
Up until now, Su Yue still admires the foolishness of his past self; if it were anyone else, they’d have bolted immediately.
Xiong Taiguang sneered with contempt!
He said that even if Investigation and Arrest Bureau was on its way, he could change his appearance and show up differently.
He disdained killing a high schooler.
Though Su Yue was slightly discouraged, he figured it made sense.
Faced like that, he couldn’t dare call the Investigation and Arrest Bureau; stepping out and wasting a few minutes, the guy could have already escaped.
If they couldn’t catch him, at most they’d get a few hundred yuan as a lead fee; it wasn’t worth it.
Just by his ability to shrink his body, the Investigation and Arrest Bureau couldn’t seize him, and at worst, Xiong Taiguang could just live in another city.
In the end, when Su Yue was leaving, Xiong Taiguang gave him 2,000 yuan, asking him to bring a bowl of braised broth noodles every morning.
Driven by greed, Su Yue agreed for that 2,000 yuan.
Even now, thinking back, Su Yue still marvels at his past foolishness.
He really wasn’t harboring a criminal; he just didn’t dare to report it.
What if that guy broke his promise and upon finding out Su Yue reported him to the Investigation and Arrest Bureau, decided to kill him?
It was better to pretend to have never seen his real face; after all, the guy could change his looks.
Afterwards, the two gradually became familiar through their interactions.
Xiong Taiguang occasionally guided Su Yue on training methods for running, and even gave him a few Qi Blood pills.
Mind you, a single Qi Blood pill had a market price of over 4,000 yuan, almost Su Yue’s half-month salary.
Moreover, buying Qi Blood pills required Martial Artist identification, and ordinary people, if they used connections, still had to pay an extra 500.
Unknowingly, Su Yue had been delivering braised broth noodles for almost a year.
"This guy, every day eating braised broth noodles without getting tired of it, truly a weirdo!"
The shop owner packed the braised broth noodles, and Su Yue headed towards Xiong Taiguang’s hiding place.
Actually, Xiong Taiguang wasn’t hiding at all.
It was an old neighborhood from many years ago, in disrepair, with frequent leaks or power outages, and only tenants looking for cheap rent willing to live there.
Even the Investigation and Arrest Bureau had been there, and Xiong Taiguang calmly showed his identification.
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The door wasn’t locked, so Su Yue opened it and went in directly.