Shi Yangyang was labeled by the entire village as a "madwoman" who was constantly criticized behind her back,
yet she was his Zhang Cheng's officially married wife.
In her p...
Liu Zhongren pushed the wheelchair until the cold night wind blew into his collar, and only then did his tense back relax slightly.
He walked out of the Grand Hotel, leaving behind that oppressive, murderous atmosphere.
"Brother Zhang, you really dared to gamble just now!"
Liu Zhongren's voice trembled slightly, a sign of lingering fear.
"I was holding my breath, ready to fight them to the death!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng simply smiled; in the darkness of the night, his smile appeared exceptionally calm.
"Brother Liu, don't be fooled by their loud shouting."
"A bunch of scoundrels who only know how to cause trouble at video arcades, what kind of desperados could they be?"
“If they were really willing to risk their lives, they wouldn’t have come all the way from other places to a small place like Funing.”
Liu Zhongren was still shaken: "That's true, but what if? What if they really lose their temper and pull out a gun?"
He felt that Zhang Cheng's behavior of gambling with his own life was absolutely insane.
As he spoke, Liu Zhongren looked at Xiao Xing beside him, whose face was filled with undisguised admiration.
"You go back first, I'll take Brother Zhang back to the hospital." Liu Zhongren waved to him.
"Mmm-hmm!" Xiao Xing nodded like a chick pecking at rice, glanced at Zhang Cheng with awe, and then turned and quickly left.
Liu Zhongren shook his head almost imperceptibly, pushed his wheelchair, and disappeared back into the shadows of the street.
He had only walked for five or six minutes when his steps suddenly stopped.
Under the dim yellow glow of the streetlights ahead, two figures stood, as if they were waiting for them.
Zhang Cheng also looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Dao Ge, Cheng A Gou.
"Master Zhang!"
Dao Ge forced a fawning smile, his back bent unconsciously, and quickly stepped forward to meet him.
Zhang Cheng glanced at Liu Zhongren beside him, whose expression had instantly darkened, and said, "Brother Liu, they're on our side. Can I have a few words with them alone?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhongren loosened his grip on the push handle slightly, nodded, and silently retreated to the nearby telephone pole.
Dao Ge walked up to Zhang Cheng, squatted down, and looked up at the man in the wheelchair.
"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry."
In a single sentence, all the failures and resentments on the national highway in Jiaxing are contained.
"It's all in the past, no need to mention it."
Zhang Cheng raised his hand and gently patted Brother Dao's shoulder.
"How many brothers are still following you now?"
"Count me in, that makes five in total," Dao Ge said in a low voice.
Zhang Cheng nodded, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "I've already had the bodies of the seven brothers who died retrieved. I promised them a grand funeral, and I remember that."
Dao Ge's eyes instantly reddened.
"I...on behalf of my fallen brothers, thank you, Master Zhang!"
"Come find me at the inpatient department of the People's Hospital tomorrow at noon."
Zhang Cheng looked at him and said slowly.
"I'll give you 30,000 yuan."
Brother Dao suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief.
Thirty thousand yuan!
This money was enough for these desperate outlaws to move to another place and start over.
He originally thought that if he could get ten thousand yuan, it would already be more than enough from Master Zhang.
"Master Zhang..." Brother Dao clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice hoarse, "I can't thank you enough! If I, Chen Xiaodao, can make a name for myself out there, my life will be yours, Master Zhang!"
"Get up."
Brother Dao took a deep breath, straightened his body, as if he had unloaded a huge burden.
"Mr. Zhang, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak anyway.
“During this time, since we couldn’t find you, we often wandered around the area near your video arcade.”
"This afternoon, Ah Gou saw your group of fellow villagers, Zhang Jianhao and his group, sneaking into the rented house on the back street."
Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Go on."
"Ah Gou went over to check, and the people they met... were from Shenzhen, they were gun sellers!"
Gun seller!
boom!
These two words exploded in Zhang Cheng's mind like a thunderbolt.
He instantly understood that Zhang Jianhao's request for the two thousand yuan wasn't for opening a billiards hall at all!
Grass!
Something terrible is about to happen!
Zhang Cheng's breathing suddenly quickened, and a violent impulse made him abruptly stand up from his wheelchair.
The movement was too large, and the wound on his abdomen was torn open instantly. A sharp pain shot through him, and he groaned, instinctively reaching out to press his hand tightly against the wound.
"Master Zhang!"
Brother Dao was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help the swaying Zhang Cheng.
"Xiao Dao!" Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Cheng's forehead, but his voice was urgent and clear. "Go buy firecrackers right now! Get as many as you can find in the whole city!"
"Then, find some thugs, give them money! Make them set off firecrackers for me! I want the whole of Funing County to be filled with the sound of firecrackers!"
"Huh?" Brother Dao was completely dumbfounded. "Master Zhang, this... it's been more than two months since the New Year. Where am I supposed to buy firecrackers?"
This is Funing County, not Jiaxing. He was completely unfamiliar with the place and knew nothing about it.
Zhang Cheng grabbed his shoulder, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the sign of a hotel not far away.
"Help me across!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Upon seeing this, Liu Zhongren, who was standing by the telephone pole, didn't have time to think and rushed forward, joining forces with Brother Dao to hold Zhang Cheng off to the left and right.
With a loud bang, the hotel door was kicked open.
The sleepy-eyed woman at the front desk was startled and stood up: "What...what are you doing?"
"Boss lady, can I borrow your phone for a moment?" Zhang Cheng's voice was hoarse.
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