Zhang Desheng shone his flashlight on the old man's face. People's eyes would instinctively look away when they were blinded by such light.
He was one of them, of course.
Zhang Desheng pointed at the person and said, "Bring the person into the house..."
The room was brightly lit by an oil lamp, much brighter than outside. Zhang Desheng, looking every bit the hoodlum, had one foot on a stool and tapped his flashlight a few times in his hand: "Tell me, who are you, you little bastard? We and Lao Lai are brothers who have bathed together since we were kids. What are you doing sneaking into our village?"
Zhang Desheng certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to bring up the Fu family and Shi Lingheng's affairs...
In short, he was a good villager who cared about the safety of the village.
"Good lad, I had my brothers follow you when you slipped away, and sure enough, we caught you one after another... Old deadbeats don't have such good skills..."
Shining a flashlight into someone's eyes is not a pleasant experience.
Human eyes are sensitive and naturally have a strong adverse reaction to light.
The debtor inwardly cried out in alarm, racking his brains for a way to escape. He wasn't actually a debtor; he was sent to help Ai Mingyuan after Ai Mingyuan arrived at the Xiangyang Brigade, and later, when Shi Lingheng got into trouble...
His original appearance was similar to that of the village's notorious scoundrel, so he easily took over his identity using some means.
A real man can bend and stretch. Old Lai chuckled, clenching his fists as he looked at the people in the room: "Brothers, I'm just trying to make a living. Why make things difficult for each other? I swear I have absolutely no ill intentions towards our village..."
Zhang Desheng chuckled coldly.
"You won't tell, huh? If you don't tell, we can send you to keep Ai Mingyuan company tomorrow. I bet Ai Mingyuan misses you a lot, right? After all, you just abandoned people and ran away back then. Why didn't you talk about brotherhood and loyalty back then?"
The deadbeat was on the verge of tears; what else could he do but run away...?
How did he end up being targeted by this group of ruthless individuals? He had heard quite a bit about Zhang Desheng's reputation in the village; although he didn't do any work, he always had a group of brothers by his side...
He certainly didn't want to be taken to the commune; if he went there, he'd be finished...
"Brother, I'll give you money, food, gold bars, whatever you want, I'll give you..."
If force doesn't work, we can only negotiate now. As long as we agree on a deal, we won't hand him over...
What they did is not something that can be spoken of, and if they don't speak out, they will only be punished with even more serious crimes...
even……
At best, it'll be life imprisonment; at worst, you'll be eating peanuts...
"Do I look so easy to bribe? Alright, since you're unwilling to talk, that's fine too. I'm sleepy anyway. Monkey, go find the village chief..."
Zhang Desheng's laughter, seen in the dim light of the oil lamp, was even more eerie.
"Impersonating someone else is such an interesting thing, it's something that makes you want to think about it. I'm sure Uncle Li would be very interested... Don't you think so?"
The debtor was already sweating profusely.
The monkey readily agreed and was about to go out to find someone...
Old Lai's legs went weak and he knelt down: "Brother, you can't do this! You're taking my life..."
Zhang Desheng turned off his flashlight, slowly wiped the chair he had stepped on and sat down. The monkey was about to leave...
Old Lai tensed instantly, swallowing hard. "I...I'll talk, but you can't tell anyone. I really didn't intend to do anything to the village, and the person I used as a substitute is doing just fine..."
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