Chapter 91 Will Definitely See Action

Shen Gongming's family lived in poor conditions; it was an old courtyard and house that had been there for many years. Next door was his son's house, and on the other side lived a lonely, deaf-mute old man.

Shen Gongming had already arranged for Liu Yunyun to buy the old man's courtyard, and it was just a matter of time before the old man died, at which point the house would belong to Liu Yunyun.

The moon was dark and the wind was blowing.

Shen Gongming set up a bamboo ladder by the wall, climbed to the top, and then swung another bamboo ladder to the adjacent wall and set it up. Sitting on the wall, catching his breath, Shen Gongming lamented that he was no longer as strong as he once was.

Then the couple, each carrying a suitcase, climbed up the bamboo ladder from their own house, and then came down the bamboo ladder from this side to their neighbor's house.

A golden opportunity presented itself. Wu Peng, hidden in a tree in the courtyard, moved the dagger in his arms.

This was a plan Wu Peng had meticulously rehearsed in his mind ever since he obtained the photos and recordings. With the photos and recordings out of the picture, Shen Gongming was bound to make a move. He knew the way well, using the tree near the old man's house to observe the situation next door. Unexpectedly, his enemy had delivered himself right before his eyes. Deep down, Wu Peng felt that his grandfather and the others were watching; they knew he was going to avenge them. He had waited for this moment, his inner demons rising.

His tricycle was under the tree, but the deaf-mute old man didn't have one.

He'd gotten used to rummaging through this old man's house; he considered it his territory. Climbing over walls, opening doors, pushing his tricycle, locking the gate, climbing trees—he went through this routine every night when he came to collect scrap.

He glanced at the two people digging a hole at the base of the wall. This was a golden opportunity; if he didn't seize it and avenge his great grudge, he'd be a complete bastard! With the shadows of the trees swaying, Wu Peng slowly descended.

Shen Gongming and Lan Juan were digging a hole at the base of the wall. The two old men were digging the hole with great skill and energy.

Once they had dug deep enough, the two men put the two suitcases inside and buried them.

Then the two of them started digging a hole not far away. After they finished digging, they went back to the next room and got two more leather suitcases, which they buried in the hole.

Halfway through burying the vehicle, Shen Gongming suddenly turned around, breaking out in a cold sweat. He realized something was wrong; when did a tricycle appear in this courtyard?

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the dark sky, where the wind blew and the shadows of the trees swayed. After a moment of shock, his heart started pounding.

"What's wrong?" Lanjuan was still diligently burying the boxes.

Shen Gongming turned around: "No, hurry back."

Lanjuan cursed him inwardly for being crazy. How could he explain if he didn't bury it properly? Besides, they still had to dig it up; there were still two boxes to go.

Before Shen Gongming could get up, a strong gust of wind came, and Wu Peng swung a stick at the back of his head.

Shen Gongming collapsed. He didn't even utter a sound.

Lan Juan was stunned for a moment, and before she could scream, she was also knocked down with a stick.

Wu Peng looked at the stick in his hand and muttered, "You should be grateful. If it weren't for my bright future, if it weren't for my upcoming marriage," by now, it would be a dagger piercing through you, and spurting blood would be pouring down his face. He dreamed of the wonderful scene of that blood nourishing his entire body.

Wu Peng had always felt that only by personally killing his enemies, only by stabbing them until their blood gushed out, could he release his inner demons and quell his resentment. But now, someone was waiting for him, and he thought he was willing to take a roundabout approach.

He kicked the two fallen men, a smirk playing on his lips. He had always believed that nothing was impossible. Revenge could never be out of reach. We're all human; if you can take me down, I can take you down too. The enemy isn't powerful; it's just that I'm too weak. Those unfulfilled grudges are merely a matter of psychological cowardice and weakness. As long as he dared to fight, as long as he took action, he could defeat his opponent.

See, just as I thought. They're nothing but ants, utterly incapable of causing any upheaval.

Wu Peng climbed over the wall and quickly went to check on the neighbor next door.

There were two locked boxes in the bedroom. Some money and a few pieces of jewelry were scattered on the bed.

He picked up a box and tried to unlock it, but it was no use. It was a combination lock. He pried it a few times with his dagger and immediately gave up. He then began a rapid search of the room, turning everything upside down.

A wad of cash was found in the pillow, several gold rings and two gold bracelets were found in a tattered cotton-padded jacket in the wardrobe, and several gold coins were found in a pair of cotton-padded trousers.

Wu Peng packed the things on the bed and the things he had found into a bundle, picked up the box, walked outside, climbed over the wall, put the box he had brought over on the tricycle, and dug out the four buried boxes and put them on the tricycle as well.

Then they put the gold and jewelry from the bundle into the pit, and laid Shen Gongming and his wife down beside it. They scattered the money around the pit, from the edge of the courtyard to the street.

He got on his tricycle, intending to leave, but kept thinking there wasn't much in the pit. In the end, he gritted his teeth and blindly picked a box from the tricycle. He put the box in the pit and placed the gold ring, bracelet, and other jewelry on top of it.

The pit was wide open, and the leather trunk and gold jewelry inside were immediately visible. Shen Gongming and his companion lay on either side of the pit, surrounded by scattered coins. The door was wide open, and the money was scattered all the way to the street.

Wu Peng carefully put away the stick and dagger, then kicked away the tracks left by the tricycle under the tree. He got on the tricycle and drove off.

I felt a pang of regret; it was such a waste of a box of good stuff, especially since I didn't even know what was inside.

The old man, who had been pretending to be asleep inside the house, saw that the restless cat in his arms had finally calmed down. He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window. When he saw that the inappropriate shadows on the window had stopped appearing for a long time, he shakily got up and went out into the yard.

He ran to the base of the wall and checked the pulses of Shen Gongming and the other man. He breathed a sigh of relief; they were still alive.

He picked up a gold bracelet, a gold ring, and a gold ingot from the pit, then picked up ten ten-yuan bills from the surrounding area, clapped his hands hard, but still couldn't resist picking up five more.

Then I took a broom and swept away the traces of the tricycle in the yard.

He went back inside and hid the money and gold in the chamber pot.

His mud house and earthen bed were full of rat holes, and the house reeked of urine. Sometimes, he would wet the bed before he could even get out of bed. Anyone who doesn't mind is welcome to come in.

The gold and money were put into the chamber pot, and the old man then urinated into it. Shaking the chamber pot filled with urine, he felt relieved. He placed the chamber pot back on the bedside table.

He lay down with his cat in his arms, intending to sleep until dawn, until someone was outside, until someone came to wake him up.

That ragpicker won't be coming anymore, will he? Sigh, life will be one less source of fun. He can't speak or hear, so his life has been rather uneventful. At first, when he found out someone was climbing over his wall and down his tree at night, he was scared. But after the initial fear and excitement, he gradually started to look forward to it, thinking how interesting and unusual it would be. If only he were a normal person, he could do those things too. Life would be so much more interesting and exciting, unlike his life, which has been a wasted and empty existence.

If he doesn't want to come, he doesn't have to. Maybe he can get another dog for company later.