36: Chapter 36 Bro, are you charging me up?

The train traveled "clack-clack" across the wilderness.

At the junction between carriages, the pickpocket Old Three's fingers finally touched that cold, black ring.

His movements were as gentle as if he were caressing a lover's hand.

As a renowned "Ghost Hand" in the trade, Old Three was confident he could slide the ring off without alerting the other party, not even breaking a layer of Skin.

"Hehe, got it."

Old Three felt secretly pleased. His thumb and index finger formed a perfect pincer, gently clamping onto the ring.

However.

The moment he prepared to exert force to pull it out, a sudden change occurred.

The ring, which should have slipped off smoothly, now seemed to have taken root on Jiang You's finger.

No, it wasn't just taking root.

That middle finger of Jiang You, and even the Skin on the back of his entire left hand, suddenly produced an eerie and terrifying suction force!

The feeling was as if Old Three's fingers weren't touching a person's hand, but were instead pressed against the nozzle of an industrial-grade vacuum cleaner running at full power!

Or rather, it was as if he had directly plugged his hand into a live high-voltage socket!

"Zzz—!!"

Old Three's whole body stiffened, and his hair seemed to stand on end.

He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but no matter what he did, he couldn't pull it out!

Those two fingers felt as if they had been welded to Jiang You's hand with super glue; not only could he not pull them out, but he was being sucked in even tighter!

[Internal Chat Group]

[Skin (Disgusted but professional)]:

"Eh? Such greasy fingers."

"Although I really want to flick him away, the Kidney brother says this is takeout."

"Fine, for the sake of everyone's midnight snack, I'll endure it for a bit!"

[Kidneys (Roaring greedily)]:

"It's here, it's here! Energy is here!"

"Although this blood energy is a bit turbid and mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco and gutter oil... it's still the blood energy of a First-Rank martial artist!"

"Don't be polite! Suck it for me! Drain him dry!"

"Turn the conversion rate to the maximum! Extract all his internal energy!"

In reality.

Old Three's complexion instantly turned from rosy to pale, and then to a purple-red like pig liver.

He felt the blood energy within his body, like a burst levee, madly rushing through those two touching fingers into the body of the seemingly harmless teenager!

The feeling was not painful.

Rather, it was a sense of collapse and fear originating from the depths of his soul.

It was as if someone had inserted a tube into him to draw blood, and they were using a pump to do it!

"Uh... uh uh..."

Old Three wanted to scream, wanted to call for help.

But he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Because his blood energy was draining too quickly, his vocal cords were already paralyzed, and he could only make "clucking" sounds from his throat, like a rooster being strangled by its neck.

He was trembling.

Trembling violently.

To others, this short man standing in the aisle was stooped over, gripping the sleeping teenager's hand tightly, shaking all over, rolling his eyes, as if performing some mysterious ritual.

The woman opposite was eating melon seeds; seeing this scene, she was so scared she dropped them.

She nudged her husband: "Hey, dear, what's wrong with that person? Is he having a seizure?"

The husband took a look and frowned, saying: "Don't stare. It looks like... some kind of massage to me?"

"Look, he's holding that young man's hand and won't let go, shaking with such rhythm, maybe he's trying to treat the kid?"

"But this young man is sleeping too soundly, right? He doesn't even wake up after being shaken like that?"

Jiang You indeed hadn't woken up.

Not only did he not wake up, but he also felt a sense of comfort because of this sudden injection of energy.

In his dream.

Jiang You was sitting on a carousel, being kicked off by the owner because he didn't have money for a ticket.

Suddenly, a kind uncle walked over, handed him a warm hand warmer, and draped a coat over him.

"Wow, what a good person."

"This hand warmer is so warm, and it's even self-heating."

In reality.

Jiang You hummed comfortably, and even unconsciously grabbed Old Three's hand in return, as if grabbing the hand warmer from his dream.

He even squeezed it hard.

"Crack."

The bones in Old Three's fingers emitted a crisp, unbearable sound.

[Kidneys (Still wanting more)]:

"That's it?"

"It's only been half a minute and he's already done? The physical fitness of bad guys these days is too poor!"

"This little bit of energy isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."

"Forget it, squeeze out the last bit of essence, don't waste it."

"Hum!!!"

The suction force instantly doubled!

Old Three's eyes bulged suddenly, his eyeballs covered in bloodshot veins.

He felt as if his dantian was about to shatter, and the last trace of his internal energy was ruthlessly stripped away.

His whole body went limp, like a snake that had its bones removed.

"Thump."

Old Three's knees went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Jiang You.

His head knocked heavily against Jiang You's knee, foaming at the mouth, and he passed out completely.

...

At the carriage junction.

The Bald Leader and the skinny Old Two, who were smoking and chatting, waited for a long time but didn't see Old Three return.

"What's going on? Old Three's efficiency is getting lower and lower."

The Bald Leader frowned, "Isn't that fat sheep sleeping like a pig? Does it take this long to swipe a ring?"

The skinny Old Two poked his head out to look into the carriage.

At this glance, he was immediately shocked.

"Holy crap! Boss! It's bad!"

"Old Three... Old Three is kneeling to that kid!"

"What?"

The Bald Leader threw away his cigarette butt and squeezed over to look.

He saw Jiang You still leaning by the window, fast asleep, with a smile on his lips.

And their gold-medal pickpocket, Old Three, was kneeling in front of Jiang You with an extremely pious posture, his head resting on the other's knee, as if he were... repenting?

Or perhaps acknowledging a foster father?

"What... what kind of move is this?"

The Bald Leader was stunned.

"Could it be that Old Three was moved by that kid's sleeping posture? Decided to turn over a new leaf?"

"No! Boss, look!"

Old Two pointed at Old Three's hand, which was still twitching, "Old Three seems to have passed out! And his face is turning blue, like he's been poisoned!"

The Bald Leader's eyes sharpened.

"Poisoned?"

"It seems this kid isn't simple! Playing the pig to eat the tiger? This is a master!"

"Dare to touch my people? Looking for death!"

The Bald Leader pulled a switchblade from his bosom, and with a "click," the blade popped out.

"Old Two, grab your weapon! Let's go together!"

"First save Old Three, then cripple this kid! I don't believe he can flip the sky while he's asleep!"

...

Inside the carriage.

The surrounding passengers saw this scene and screamed as they scrambled away.

"Ah! Murder!"

"There's a knife! Run!"

The originally crowded carriage instantly cleared out a large area.

Only Jiang You, who was still sleeping, Old Three, who was kneeling in front of him unconscious, and the boss and Old Two, who were approaching menacingly with knives, remained.

"Kid! Stop pretending to sleep! Get up!"

The Bald Leader roared, and the knife in his hand stabbed straight toward Jiang You's thigh.

This move was both a test and an attempt to disable Jiang You's ability to move.

However, Jiang You still didn't move.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

He was still in his dream, thanking the kind uncle who gave him the hand warmer.

But his body was angry.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Brain]:

"So noisy."

"Holding this kind of inferior metal piece and wanting to poke me?"

"This is a provocation to the body of a top scholar."

[Legs (Already cramped and bored)]:

"Boss! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Sitting in this hard seat has made my butt numb! I request to move around!"

[Brain]:

"Permission granted."

"Legs, right hand, take over the body."

"Be nimble, don't spill the instant noodles."

"Cleanup begins."

In reality.

The tip of the Bald Leader's knife was three inches from Jiang You's thigh.

Suddenly.

The teenager, who had been like a dead pig, moved.

But he didn't wake up, nor did he open his eyes.

Instead...

His right hand suddenly dropped down and grabbed the ankle of Old Three, who was kneeling in front of him.

The movement was as natural as grabbing a mop.

"Whoosh—"

Jiang You's arm swung in a full arc.

The hundred-plus-pound Old Three was like a human rag doll, lifted up by Jiang You with one hand!

Then, with a whistling sound of wind, he was smashed fiercely toward the Bald Leader!

"Holy crap?!"

The Bald Leader only had time to let out this exclamation.

The next second.

"Bang!!!"

The human weapon, Old Three, accurately smashed into the Bald Leader's body.

The two big men collided, emitting a bone-chilling sound of skeletal impact.

The huge impact force caused the Bald Leader to roll into a ball in the narrow aisle like a rolling gourd.