Chapter 121 Bald Old Knife
He fastened his belt as he strode out, his leather boots striking the ground with a cold, sharp sound.
Before Feng Ji could react, he asked, "Brother Kun, where are we going?"
"It's a bandit's den. Bring Black Shell along."
In such a small commune, the only people who could abduct children were bandits.
The night was thick, and several donkey carts were parked at Heizi Ridge.
Who goes there?
Suddenly, five or six masked men carrying black cases rushed out from the quiet road.
Following Shen Kun's instructions, Feng Ji politely greeted him: "Master Shen from the Shanghai Tianlong Gang."
"Uncle Shen?" The group looked at each other, puzzled. "Never heard of him."
Have you heard of it?
"No."
The men shook their heads. "Get out, get out, go back to where you came from, or else..."
He shook the black box in his hand, but before he could utter the threatening words, he did.
A dark shadow darted past.
"Huh? Where's my black shell?"
The group screamed and panicked.
Shen Kun jumped off the donkey cart and threw several black shells on the ground.
"Is this your stuff?"
The men's eyes widened, bigger than donkey eyes: "You...you...you..."
For a long time, they were stunned, wondering how the black case they were holding so carefully had suddenly been snatched away.
Realizing that the newcomer was no ordinary person, the group quickly ran to deliver the message.
Soon the door opened, and a bald old man came running to greet them.
"Brother Kun, oh my, it's been a long time!"
Old Dao ran over excitedly to give Shen Kun a hug, but Shen Kun pushed him away in disgust.
Don't try that.
"Distinguished guest, please come in."
Old Dao was very attentive, which made the group of brothers suspicious.
Who is this guy? Why is their boss bowing and scraping to him? He looks like he's worthless.
Shen Kun led Feng Ji deep into the bandits' den.
He placed the black shell on the table and went straight to the point: "Old Dao, have you been trafficking women and children lately?"
Old Dao shook his head like waves: "No, I won't do such a heinous thing."
It sounds absurd that a bandit leader would say he wouldn't do anything immoral.
But it is true that Lao Dao, this bandit, has a chivalrous heart.
"Brother Kun, you don't know me. I only like to rob the rich."
Women and children can only fetch a pittance; he wouldn't even look at them.
Shen Kun glanced at him and saw that he didn't seem to be lying.
Only then did he speak, "My brother's niece has been kidnapped."
"Outrageous! Who is so blind as to dare to touch Brother Kun's niece?"
Shen Kun looked at him with a troubled expression: "You're cursing my niece?"
Old Dao realized he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself: "Oh, she's Brother Kun's niece."
Shen Kun reached into his pocket, and Lao Dao was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
He kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Brother Kun, spare me! Brother Kun, spare me! It's all my fault for having such a foul mouth."
He then slapped himself twice.
The bandits were stunned. Who exactly was this man?
Boss, do you have to be so spineless?
Several men carrying black guns quietly approached, ready to avenge their boss.
Shen Kun glanced at them, and the men's legs trembled involuntarily, and they dared not take another step forward.
Shen Kun slowly pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket: "Old Dao, could you please help me find a servant?"
Old Knife nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, Brother Kun, I will definitely find the person tomorrow."
Even if it meant going through fire and water, he was willing to accept it.
He had heard about the recent abductions of women and children and had a few suspects in mind.
"Here, take this cigarette." Shen Kun handed over the cigarette.
Old Dao hesitated to accept it, but Feng Ji handed it to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Dao."
Old Dao then put the cigarette in his pocket, and Shen Kun left him a stack of ten-yuan notes before he left.
"This is a reward for your hard work."
Old Dao dared not refuse, and thanked Shen Kun profusely before seeing him off.
He was drenched in sweat and slumped into the chair like a drenched body.
A few of the brothers gathered around and asked, "Boss, who's that guy? He's incredibly arrogant."
"Exactly. They dared to disrespect our elder brother. If you ask me, we should teach them a lesson."
"Yeah, there are many of us, and only two of them. What are we afraid of?"
Old Dao was both amused and exasperated. "Shut up, all of you."
"Who is that? That's your ancestor. From now on, you all better go around him, understand?"
Although they didn't understand why, all the brothers obeyed, "Yes, boss."
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After Song Juan left, Huang Ya and Song Zhan took turns cooking.
Compared to his previous energetic self, Huang Ya now looks completely listless.
He almost prescribed the wrong medicine to someone while at work, which gave him a fright.
Without Song Juan's help, work was in complete chaos.
Even experienced sanitation workers couldn't get used to it and even disliked it a bit.
Clumsy and awkward, she has none of Song Juan's cleverness.
When Huang Ya returned home and saw that Song Juan was not in the familiar place, he became even more dejected.
He had no energy to do anything all day, and now he was too lazy to even cook.
Shen Wanjun thought he was sick and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Huang Ya's forehead. Upon seeing this, Song Zhan stood up and placed his large, kind hand on Huang Ya's forehead.
After a two-second pause, he said expressionlessly, "No fever."
Shen Wanjun smiled and teased, "Dr. Huang doesn't have a fever, so why does he look so listless?"
Is she getting horny?
"Has Dr. Huang met a girl he likes?"
Shen Wanjun had a keen eye; just by looking at his distraught appearance, she knew that this young man must have been troubled by love lately.
Considering that Song Juan was not present, she quickly realized that the two had an unusual relationship.
Song Zhan, that simpleton, doesn't understand anything; he just slurps his food.
"Dr. Huang, I'll cook all the meals from now on."
It's good that he doesn't do it; he can cook it for his wife himself.
"Okay, you do it."
Huang Ya lowered his head and ate his food. The once fragrant pulled noodles now tasted like cardboard.
Seeing that Huang Ya did not answer her question, Shen Wanjun knew that she had guessed correctly.
To alleviate Huang Ya's lovesickness and cheer him up.
Shen Wanjun suggested, "Dr. Huang, do you want to write a letter? The carrier pigeons are just sitting around doing nothing."
"I'm not writing..." Huang Ya put down his chopsticks and changed the subject, "Well, I haven't written home in a long time."
"I'm full, you guys continue eating."
He put down his chopsticks and quickly returned to his room.
The letter was quickly written and sent out.
Huang Ya tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
On the first night after Song Juan left, he couldn't bear it; longing grew wildly in his heart.
He dared not imagine how he would live if she didn't agree to be his girlfriend.
Huang Ya had grown accustomed to Song Juan's daily companionship, going to work together and having meals together at home.
Now that she is suddenly not by his side, he realizes that his love for her has long since grown into a towering tree, deeply rooted.
Song Juan received the letter successfully and had just released the carrier pigeon when a person suddenly appeared behind her.
She was so startled she almost dropped the letter, stammering, "Aunt Feng, you...you're still up so late?"
"What are you doing?" Aunt Feng asked.
“I…I…I’m looking at the stars.” Song Juan pointed to the sky.
The night sky was pitch black, with neither stars nor moon.
There was a moment of awkwardness in the atmosphere.
Song Juan thought to herself, "Oh no, Aunt Feng has discovered the carrier pigeon. Will she report me?"
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