"Hey, why are you panicking?" Ma Wulong said, "If you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Wulong grabbed the man's hair and pulled him hard against the wall.

With a "bang", the man's head hit the wall hard, followed by a scream.

Ma Wulong obviously had no intention of stopping, but continued to bang his head against the wall, "Dong Dong Dong Dong..." The force was so strong that it hurt just by listening to the sound. Although there was basically no light, the blood on the wall could still be vaguely seen.

I was afraid that something might happen if I continued to do this, so I quickly said, "Brother Ma, can you please stop?"

Ma Wulong did not stop, and said while knocking: "You are still pleading for him? You should know what they are helping, right? If you are good to them, they will not remember it at all, but will think that you must be easy to bully; only if you are mean to them, and really mean to them, will they treat you with respect and worship you like a god!"

A long time later, I almost forgot what Ma Wulong looked like, but I still remember what he said clearly in my heart.

Because in my life, there have been many people who "the better you are to them, the less they will take you seriously, and the worse you are to them, the more they will try to please you", which makes me laugh and cry, and is incredible. The human heart is indeed the most difficult to guess.

There was a sound of running in the corridor. It was obvious that the police on duty had finally arrived. Before he could reach the door of our cage, Ma Wulong had already released the man. The man collapsed to the ground, making a terrified sound in his throat.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why is that noise so loud?!" the police officer on duty asked sternly.

"Scared, nothing, hehe." Ma Wulong rubbed his hands: "Someone kowtowed to me and asked me for New Year's money, right?"

The man immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times: "Grandpa, I was wrong!"

"Hmph!" The policeman outside the door sniffed and said, "What's that stinky smell? Did you knock over the chamber pot?"

"Hehe, I'll ask them to clean it up in a while, so you can rest assured." Ma Wulong smiled naively.

"Ma Wulong, stop committing crimes!" the policeman shouted, "Otherwise you and your friends will be shot!"

"Don't worry, I won't die that easily. I still have to take care of their parents, wives and children." Ma Wulong smiled. "I have to burn paper for them every year. Otherwise, these grandchildren will have no money to spend in the afterlife and will come to me in their dreams to scold me."

"It's good that you know!" The hoarse-voiced second brother next door said, "If you dare to die a day earlier, we brothers will fight you to the death down there."

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