At Yang Yongqiang's words, Li Long turned, pulled a club from the horse-drawn cart, and asked:
"Where?"
"Brother Long, brother! They've already run off..." Yang Yongqiang hadn't expected such a strong reaction. He immediately stopped him and said:
"I was selling fish, and there were quite a few customers. I remembered you telling me to keep an eye out when it got crowded, and I spotted someone stealing another person's wallet. I called out a warning, and the thief ran away. But then, when there were fewer people around, he came back with another guy to make trouble for me. I picked up a brick and fought them, shouting that they were thieves. The people nearby helped me, and I knocked one of them down. A market administrator came over and took him away... I only scraped my face a little. I'm fine."
After hearing him out, Li Long calmed down. He handed the club to Yang Yongqiang and said:
"Then don't go back there. Stay here. We're selling fish pretty quickly here too. When Daqiang comes back, we'll all stay together."
At least the fish buyers hadn't stood by and watched. Li Long was pleased about that-the people of the Corps still had plenty of fighting spirit. After all, they were veterans or veterans' descendants.
"No, no, they sell faster over there," Yang Yongqiang said. "They've already caught one of them. I don't think anyone else will bother me."
"Then take the club." Li Long handed it to him. "Having something with you is better than being empty-handed."
Yang Yongqiang didn't refuse this time. Having a weapon in hand did make him feel safer.
At Li Long's reminder, Yang Yongqiang wiped the blood from his face. Only then did Li Long see a scrape at the corner of his