86 Chapter 66: The Young Man Who Fell Ill_2
The young man seemed to have no more strength left; he merely expressed his gratitude before sitting down in the seat the little boy had given up, while the little boy took a step back and occupied the position right behind the priority seats.
Yan Fei, who was sitting further back, nodded silently in approval. Over the past few years, the civilized quality of Chinese People had greatly improved. Especially children and young people, who were very conscientious about being civil in public spaces, giving up their seats was now commonplace. If this trend continued, China would become increasingly civilized.
The bus reached the next stop, and an old man wearing a white tank top boarded. This old man was thin and bony; he had appeared quite spirited before boarding, but once on the bus, he became listless. He approached the sick young man, tilted his chin up, looked at the young man seated, and said loudly, "Hey, you get up and give me your seat!"
The sick young man's face had been in discomfort the whole time; he likely didn't hear the old man's words, so there was no reaction. The little boy who gave up his seat to the young man stood up again and said, "Grandpa, please take my seat!"
The old man glanced at the half-empty back of the bus but didn't move backward. Instead, he continued to address the sick young man, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"
This time the sick young man clearly heard and turned to look before responding, "Old man, there are plenty of empty seats at the back, please sit there!"
The old man instantly got angry, roaring, "This is a priority seat, meant for us elderly to sit in. How can a young man like you have the audacity to occupy this place? Get up quickly and give the seat to me!"
The sick young man was stunned for a moment, not expecting the old man to be so irritable. Nonetheless, he struggled to stand up to give up his seat, but it seemed there was a problem with his body. He had just managed to rise halfway before sitting down again, and then he had no strength left to move.
The old man coldly observed this and became infuriated when he saw that the young man only made a gesture to get up before sitting back down again. He didn't speak another word, but suddenly regained his previous vigor and started doing various warm-up exercises, bending over, stretching his legs, and moving his hands and feet. After he finished warming up, he grabbed the handrails above, lifted his body off his seat, kicked up his legs, and then fiercely kicked the sick young man.
The sick young man was violently kicked by the old man's feet and hit the bus window; the window even cracked from the impact. Even passengers sitting at the back could hear the loud sound of the kick, which speaks volumes about how strong the old man's kick was. The sick young man's body was recoiled by the window, and he then tumbled to the ground.
The little boy who had given up his seat immediately went forward to help the sick young man, but before he could speak, he was slapped by the old man, who rebuked, "You little rat, think I'm just a sick cat when I don't show my might? Back in the day, there wasn't a person I hadn't fought, you two little rats don't even catch my eye..."
Having been struck innocently by the old man, the little boy burst into tears.
The bystanders could no longer stand by, and they began to reproach the old man. Full of arrogance, the old man taunted, "This is just the kind of person I am. If you have the guts, come hit me! Remember, I've got a heart condition and can't take shocks, the moment you lay a hand on me and I go down, you'll be ruined."
Yan Fei felt anger rising within him; this old man reminded him of a saying he had seen on the Internet: "It's not that the elderly have become bad, it's that bad people have gotten old." Perhaps in his youth, during that special era, this old man had been a daredevil, too?
Seeing that everyone was merely verbally condemning him and no one dared to step forward to intervene, the old man grew even more brazen and said, "You're all trash, indeed a bunch of cowards who can only talk big. If you'd met the me from back in the day, I'd ensure you were thoroughly taught a lesson."
Just as Yan Fei thought about discreetly intervening to punish this arrogant old man, the sick young man finally stood up. His face was flushed, he was reeling, his body covered in cold sweat, he struggled to his feet, took hold of the little boy, and began to comfort him.
The old man arrogantly took the priority seat, sneered and said, "If you'd given up your seat earlier, wouldn't all this have been avoided? Pretending to be sick, and look, my kick has cured your illness! You ought to thank me."
The sick young man looked at the old man furiously, then lightly patted the old man on the shoulder. The old man's eyes bulged, and he shouted, "What are you doing?"
The sick young man replied, "I'm getting my bag."
It turned out that the sick young man's bag had been left on the seat, and the old man threw it to the ground. The young man, face full of anger, refrained from any further action. Just then, the bus arrived at the next stop, so he picked up his bag and got off along with the crying little boy.
As soon as the two exited, the old man resumed his earlier lethargic demeanor, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to die. After traveling a few stops, the bus was forced to make a sudden emergency stop, and the old man's body lunged forward, then fell onto the aisle. Strangely, there was no reaction from the old man down on the ground, completely motionless. Although dissatisfied with the old man's behavior earlier, someone still stepped forward to check on him and was shocked to find that the old man was not breathing at all; he had somehow died without anyone noticing when it happened.
With a fatality on board, the driver immediately pulled over and stopped the bus to call the police. The rest of the passengers, fearing trouble, hurriedly got off as soon as the bus came to a halt, completely ignoring the driver's request for them to stay as witnesses. They all opted not to face police questioning, especially not for a detestable and brash old man like him.
Yan Fei too left the bus. With his extraordinary vision, he saw more than the others did. When the sick young man eventually gave the old man a light pat on the shoulder, it seemed as if something amazing had happened, and then the old man died.
Though the young man looked seriously ill and extremely weak, he was no ordinary person – his body contained an amazing power that could easily cause death. But since Yan Fei also had little sympathy for the arrogant old man, naturally he didn't want to complicate matters or stay to provide evidence for the police, as he had more important things to attend to.
In the daytime, Yan Fei spent his time strolling around Hang City. Come nightfall, he made his way to the Wangde Food Company office again, and as expected, found Ryoko and Jo Oogawa there. In addition to them, Manager Xiang was also in the room.
When Yan Fei spotted them, Ryoko was instructing Manager Xiang.
Yan Fei had not been prepared yesterday, so he hadn't recorded the information he overheard. Tonight, however, he came prepared and had purchased a high-definition video camera to record what was transpiring in the room.
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