"father!"
Just as the old man was filled with shock and anger, the man beneath him slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw his old father with tears streaming down his face.
"Did you hit me?"
Upon waking up, the man instinctively attributed all his injuries to his elderly father.
"Dong Laoba! It was me who hurt you!"
Feng Bingwen naturally disdained to hide it. He walked up to the gambler who had difficulty even getting up and openly admitted it.
"Old man, if you're going to find someone to take the blame for you, at least find someone decent. This brat... ugh!"
Before Dong Laoba could finish speaking, he let out a scream, because Feng Bingwen had kicked him in the shin. With this kick, his shin was visibly deformed and twisted unnaturally.
What's wrong with me?
Feng Bingwen asked with a smile, clearly in a good mood.
The quality of Hu Er's cronies was exceptionally high. Beating up such scum who didn't even respect his own father would earn him more merit than an ordinary hoodlum.
Why did you hit me?
Feeling the excruciating pain in his calf, Dong Laoba believed it, but he couldn't understand why this brat, whom he had never provoked, would suddenly attack him.
I don't like the look of you.
Feng Bingwen gave an answer that made people want to vomit blood.
"I fucking..."
Click!
Feng Bingwen kicked out, breaking the man's other leg as well. Now he couldn't utter a single word; the pain of broken bones and tendons contorted his face.
"I have a few requests for you. During your recovery period, you need to quit your gambling addiction. After you recover, find a proper job to make a living, take care of your father, and let your father enjoy his old age instead of having to run around on the streets hawking his wares at such an advanced age."
Just as the man stopped talking, Feng Bingwen spoke up. The old man, who had been looking at the child with a pained expression, looked up and was somewhat shocked. His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped talking because of worry. He just lowered his head to hide the gratitude in his eyes. If his son could really do this, he would be willing to kneel down and kowtow to him.
"Who do you think you are, trying to make me quit gambling?"
Dong Laoba was naturally full of disdain. He had been completely addicted to gambling for the past few years and couldn't get out of it anymore.
"You don't have to quit, as long as you can withstand my beatings!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your appearance is truly unsettling and makes me restless. So, if you don't do what I've said in a day, don't expect peace. If you don't quit gambling, I'll come to your door every day and beat you so badly you can't get out of bed."
"You're just a brat, yet you dare threaten me. If you hadn't just launched a sneak attack..."
Creak!
A sour sound of wood snapping rang out, and Old Dong fell silent. He saw the small child in front of him actually holding the wooden stick, and with a gentle twist of his hands, he shattered it into a pile of fragments. That inhuman strength chilled him to the bone.
The onlookers were astonished, never expecting such a young child to possess superhuman strength.
Feng Bingwen didn't care about the astonishment of these passersby. He was going to show this power sooner or later. Anyway, he had made records in both the Yin and Yang realms. As for the old man, he still had a "reasonable" explanation.
After doing all this, Feng Bingwen walked out of the crowd and, following the information provided by Hu Er, headed to the next area where the thugs were active.
If you happen to encounter thugs who bully and monopolize the market or try to skip out on their bills, that's perfect. After a good beating, you can easily earn merit. If not, it doesn't matter. After finding the culprit, just find any excuse to beat them up.
Anyway, these guys are good at drinking, gambling, whoring, and loafing around; it's easy to find a plausible reason to beat them up.
As dusk approached and Feng Bingwen returned home, he had already beaten up as many as fifteen thugs in the streets of Qingshan County. This was mainly because he had only encountered so many people during his stroll, while Hu Er knew several times more.
Feng Bingwen's actions made him an instant celebrity in Qingshan County. Even as night fell, the streets and alleys were filled with talk of his deeds that day.
This resulted in Feng Bingwen being called over by the teacher as soon as he stepped into the school the next day. He was then taken to a small room where the teachers rested. Almost all the teachers in the county school were gathered there, and when he entered, their eyes were fixed on him.
"Greetings, gentlemen!"
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen remained calm and politely bowed. After the teachers returned the bow, he straightened his back and looked at the middle-aged and elderly teachers.
"Xiao Wen, I heard that you beat up quite a few people in the county town yesterday. Is that true?"
After a moment of silence, the teacher who was instructing Feng Bingwen coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention to himself before speaking in a rather intimate tone, after all, this was his colleague's grandson.
"Reporting to you, sir, this is indeed the case, but the description is not quite accurate. I am trying to persuade you with reason."
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief and then answered in a serious and methodical manner.
"Persuade with reason?"
The gentlemen looked at each other, not expecting such a response.
"How can you claim to persuade someone with reason by resorting to violence against a complete stranger?"
The teacher who taught Feng Bingwen asked this question.
"Sir, since you have heard about what happened to me yesterday, have you inquired about who those people I beat up were?"
"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it."
"Yesterday, the people I beat included a gambler who insulted his own father as a beast, a rogue who harassed respectable women, and a thug who lent money at exorbitant rates... Do you think these people shouldn't have been beaten?"
Feng Bingwen gave several examples and asked this question in return.
"Of course... cough."
The instructor instinctively answered, but after saying half a sentence, he realized his mistake, coughed, and changed his words.
“Xiao Wen, you are now a scholar, so you should not act so violently. You should be educated by the words of sages.”
"Sir, do you think those people I beat up yesterday would listen to the wise words of your professors?"
Feng Bingwen asked, but without waiting for the gentlemen's reply, he shook his head.
“I figured they wouldn’t listen. So, in order to guide them back to the right path and help them become better people, I had to teach them in a way they could understand.”
"Is that why you hit someone?"
When the gentlemen heard Feng Bingwen's answer, they could hardly believe that he was just a child.
"That's right, I can't stand their behavior, so I want to correct them!"
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