"Brother Feng, I really didn't do anything. I just went along to show off!"

In a dark and cramped alley, a burly man knelt on the ground, begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face. Standing in front of him was a child who was not much taller than him. The scene would seem absurd and bizarre to anyone who saw it.

But none of the dozen or so young men standing by watching this scene felt anything was wrong; they were already used to it.

How much money will they give you?

Feng Bingwen remained noncommittal, asking in a calm tone.

"I... took a silver coin!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then, remembering the child's almost monstrous behavior, he dared not hide anything and honestly told the truth.

"One silver coin? It seems the family you're chasing owes a lot of money. You got so much without even lifting a finger. If you had, wouldn't you have gotten a gold coin?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen immediately smiled.

The man in front of him used to be a thug employed by a gambling den in Qingshan County. Hu Er even came to confront him, but Hu Er gave him a beating, breaking one of his arms and one of his legs.

From then on, he was put on Feng Bingwen's list. After Feng Mingwen contacted him several times, he tearfully promised Feng Bingwen that he would never be a thug in the gambling den again, and that he would find a proper job and live an honest life.

But having grown accustomed to the extravagant lifestyle of gambling den henchmen, how could he endure the dull and monotonous life of ordinary people? After being suppressed by Feng Bingwen for several months, just as he was getting used to this mundane life, his former employer sent someone to find him again.

At first, he hesitated, but when the people from the gambling den came and told him that he could get a share of the money just by going over there and standing by, without having to lift a finger, he couldn't resist and thought he could sneak out without being noticed. Then, Feng Bingwen came looking for him with his men.

"Master Feng, please forgive me this time. I promise I won't do it again. If they send anyone over, no matter what they say, I won't go again."

Seeing the child's smiling face, the man felt fear instead of joy. He broke out in a cold sweat and collapsed at the child's feet, crying out in pain.

"Stand up, stop disgusting me."

But the man's behavior only made Feng Bingwen more disgusted. He raised his foot and kicked the man in the shoulder. The man, who weighed nearly 200 pounds, was kicked into the air and rolled several times on the ground before finally hitting the corner of the wall and stopping his momentum.

Such terrifying power made the dozen or so young men beside him twitch, and they all lowered their heads, afraid of provoking Feng Bingwen's bad luck.

"ah!"

The man who had been kicked into the corner clutched his collapsed shoulder and howled in pain; the pain of broken bones and torn tendons was something most people couldn't bear.

"If you've done something wrong, you should admit it. Stand at attention when you get a beating. I've been supervising you for almost four months, and I've at least managed to get you to behave somewhat. Are you planning to fall into depravity again for a single silver coin?"

Feng Bingwen was furious at this moment, and also felt a bit disappointed in his son.

If he could, he really wanted to chop this bastard up with one stroke and end it all, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

It wasn't out of fear of the authorities or an agreement not to cause a murder. If necessary, Feng Bingwen wouldn't hesitate to take action, because over the past few months, he had grasped some of the rules of the Heavenly Book.

Punishing evil and promoting good will naturally bring rewards for good deeds.

However, punishment must be for pure evil, such as those who abduct children to satisfy their own selfish desires, causing countless families to be displaced. No matter how many of these villains are killed, it will be fine.

But how many people in this world are so purely evil? The world is never black and white, but gray; in human nature, good and evil are intertwined.

Take the wailing man in front of me, for example. He used to be a thug at a gambling den. Besides his fixed income from guarding the place, his main income came from collecting debts owed by gamblers. He would receive a percentage of the debts as payment.

Such a person seems to be rotten to the core. But who would have thought that, according to his neighbors, he is a kind-hearted man?

He offered to take care of his neighbors, a couple who had lost their son at a young age—perhaps he had other motives, but it is a fact that he did take care of the elderly people who were not related to him by blood.

If such a person were to behead him, would the Heavenly Book record good deeds or bad deeds?

Feng Bingwen didn't know, nor did he want to try, but he knew that guiding these guys who were operating in the gray industry onto the right path would surely bring him good fortune.

Moreover, Feng Bingwen discovered that the words and actions of those street thugs who had reformed under his influence would also affect him.

Because of his help, we are now connected by cause and effect.

Those who forcibly altered their predetermined fates, whether they did good or evil, all bear a share of the consequences in Feng Bingwen's name.

This is also a small part of the source of his more than 6,000 good deeds over the past few months. Well, the same goes for bad deeds. He basically didn't do any bad things, but his bad deeds still rose to three digits.

"I also want to live an upright life, but I simply don't have enough money."

Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the wailing man suppressed his pain and gritted his teeth as he answered.

It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Anyone who has been used to a life of extravagance will feel a bit frustrated when suddenly they have to tighten their belts.

"If you want to make money, there are plenty of legitimate ways. Why do these shady things? Just because it's quick and easy money?

Feng Bingwen could understand, but he would not tolerate it.

“Master Feng, Du He has three elderly people to support, so his expenses are quite high. He works as a coachman at the carriage company, and he really doesn’t have enough money this month.”

As a typical example of someone who has reformed, Hu Er also came over. He watched from the side and couldn't help but speak up.

"..."

Feng Bingwen paused for a moment. He wouldn't say something like, "If it's not enough, then find a way." Making demands without offering suggestions would only provoke resentment.

"Would you like to escort goods? The pay would be much better than being a coachman, though it would be a bit dangerous, but you'd get to spend a lot of time at home."

"Master Feng, you also know people from the Qingfeng Escort Agency?"

Hu Er was somewhat surprised, as there was only one security escort agency in Qingshan County.

"Yes, I know him."

Feng Bingwen nodded. After his name spread throughout the county, the person in charge of the escort agency, a self-proclaimed top-notch old escort, came up to him and praised him as a promising talent, wanting to take him as his apprentice.

Then, Feng Bingwen shook hands with him, and that was it. The old bodyguard covered his hand and went back, never mentioning taking on a disciple again.

Based on this friendship alone, Feng Bingwen estimated that if he went to Du He's door, it wouldn't be difficult to get someone in, given Du He's size and the fact that casinos often use him to collect debts.