"To atone for one's sins?"
Upon hearing this, Hu Er stopped crying and instead looked at Feng Bingwen with some anticipation, as if he had another chance to betray his teammates.
"Write down all the scoundrels and ruffians you know, their names, home addresses, everything you know about them!"
After the servant brought the pen and ink, Feng Bingwen spoke.
"Okay, I'll write it."
Without the slightest hesitation, Hu Xianyu picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began writing on the paper.
As the sun set, Feng Bingwen left the Hu residence with a satisfied expression, carrying a thick stack of papers covered in writing. The ink on the top sheet was still wet.
"Finally, I have something to do!"
Having obtained the list of local hooligans, Feng Bingwen felt refreshed. He glanced at the eighty new good deeds added to the Heavenly Book, and his mood improved even more.
...
The aroma of meat buns wafted through the air, making passersby's mouths water, but after glancing at their empty wallets, they could only suppress their cravings and walk away.
The old man selling steamed buns looked at the dense crowds on the street in front of him, and then at his almost deserted stall. He felt a pang of sadness. It wasn't until quite a while later that someone came to his stall, but there was no joy on the old man's face.
"Dad, how's business today?"
Upon arriving at the stall, a burly man with a face full of fat asked the old man, whose face showed signs of distress.
"Business is bad today, not many people are buying."
The old man shook his head, looking at his tall and strong son in front of him, a hint of fear showing on his face.
"No matter how bad it is, you should at least sell some of it and give me some money."
The man looked strong and healthy with all his limbs intact, yet he shamelessly reached out to the old man in front of him for money.
"Didn't I give you money a few days ago? It's only been a few days, why are you asking me for it again?"
The old man looked somewhat angry.
"I've lost it all. Stop talking nonsense and don't waste my time. I'm still hoping to earn some back!"
The man's face showed some impatience.
"How many times have I told you not to gamble? Don't gamble! Nine out of ten gamblers lose! Why won't you listen?"
The old man's face was full of heartache and indignation as he repeated what he had said countless times. The burly man in front of him naturally wouldn't listen to a word he said, only urging him impatiently.
"Mind your own business and get the money now."
"I have no money."
The old man made a final stand.
"There are people coming and going on this street. Don't force me to fight back. If we start fighting, neither of us will look good."
The burly man with a fierce face and wearing a single-layered jacket became impatient and raised his hand to warn his father.
"You beast!"
The old man couldn't help but curse, but to save himself, he probably had no face left, so he could only helplessly take out his money pouch.
"Isn't that right?"
The burly man chuckled and snatched the money bag from the old man's hand. But once he had it, the weight of the bag made him frown. When he opened it, his expression worsened, and he began to curse and swear.
"You old good-for-nothing, you've been selling all day and you've only made this little bit of money. You're utterly useless!"
Although his words were full of disdain, the man unceremoniously poured the dozen or so copper coins from the money bag into his hand, stuffed them into his pocket, and walked away without even looking at the furious old man.
"Old Dong!"
Just then, a childish shout rang out from behind. The man, who had only taken a few steps, heard someone calling his name and instinctively turned around, only to see a wooden stick that kept getting bigger.
Snap!
With a crisp sound of flesh striking flesh, the burly man who had turned around swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground, unable to recover for a moment.
But the man wielding the stick wouldn't wait for him to recover. After knocking the guy to the ground with one blow, he didn't stop. Instead, he raised his hand and the wooden stick he had picked up fell like raindrops on the burly man's body.
In an instant, the man who had just taken money from his father to gamble screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the blows from the stick, but there was no way to escape.
Click!
With a crisp crack, the wooden stick he had picked up broke in two, unable to withstand the force of the continuous blows.
At this moment, looking at the burly man again, there was no intact flesh on his body. All that could be seen were purple marks, and he looked extremely miserable. The passers-by on both sides pointed and whispered, and seeing the man's miserable end, they couldn't help but clap and cheer, saying that he deserved it!
However, some people couldn't help but turn their attention to the child holding the broken stick in the middle of the field. The child had black hair, red lips and white teeth, and was quite extraordinary. However, it was hard to believe that he was the one who had beaten a man unconscious.
"Oh! My son!"
At that moment, a scream rang out, and an old man pushed through the crowd and rushed into the scene. He knelt down in front of the burly man covered in wounds, his face full of heartache. He trembled as he reached out and touched the man's face. When he found that the man was still breathing, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
"Whose child are you? How can you be so heartless? Did my son offend you before?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the person who had just assaulted his son.
“Your son didn’t offend me. I just happened to be passing by and saw you two talking, which angered me. I couldn’t hold back for a moment. But it’s alright. I went easy on you and spared your son’s life.”
Feng Bingwen laughed, and such words naturally surprised the passersby, and further angered the old man who had failed to raise his son properly.
"If you don't recognize my son, why would you commit such a heinous act?"
"Shouldn't you thank me, old man?"
Feng Bingwen frowned, seemingly puzzled.
"You can't teach your son well, so why can't others teach him? What kind of logic is that?"
"When did it become your place to discipline my son?"
The old man was still unconvinced, and seeing his son in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Your son is not even human, so naturally everyone can discipline him."
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head. Too many scumbags are born because of their parents' indulgence and influence.
“He even dared to rob you, his father. If one day he can’t get money from you, he will naturally have evil thoughts and go to harm the interests of others.”
One day, he might get himself killed because of this. I'm doing this to prevent it from happening, to pull your son back from the wrong path. You should thank me.”
"My son snatched me, what's it to you?"
"What business is it of yours if I hit your son?"
Seeing that the old man was still so stubborn, Feng Bingwen smiled.
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