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Being uncultured isn't scary, but what's terrifying is being uncultured and pretending not to be. A tiny little town, where clearly no good deeds are being done, yet there's so much self-satisfaction in claiming to be the 'Five Ministers', really thinking they are pillars of the state responsible for family and country? Should we also elect an Emperor Father?
Riding on Old Gu's fishing boat, they slowly approached the sand dredging boat. From a few dozen ters away, the people on the dredging boat had already seen Suming, with seven or eight topless guys who clearly looked like hoodlums, standing on the deck, looking their way.
Old Gu used the radio to contact the other party, saying that a boss from Yangchuan City wanted to talk business with Wu Dacheng. Quickly, a small boat ca over and brought Suming to the sand dredger.
Above the sand dredging boat, the roaring was deafening. Tons of sand and gravel were being sucked up from the bottom of the river, crushed, and conveyed on tracks onto the boat, making it nearly impossible to hear anything. Suming had Su ng and Nangong Huang wait on the deck while he followed a lackey into the cabin below.
As soon as they entered, the lackey closed the door of the cabin behind them, barely keeping the noise at bay.
The cabin wasn't large, just about a dozen square ters, but it was cramd with five or six people. In the middle sat a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, shirtless like the younger n around him. His chest skin, sowhat loose, bore a wonky dragon tattoo. He sat with one foot on the chair, holding his knee, looking defiantly at Suming.
Even though it was their first eting, the man's gaze naturally conveyed a rather base brutality. It was clear he was an old hand at hoodlum life.
"I'm Wu Dacheng, what business do you have with ?" the middle-aged man asked, his tone laced with disdain upon seeing Suming's youth, and he smiled mockingly. In the cabin, Wu Dacheng's lackeys also stared at Suming with unfriendly gazes, their lips curling into a sinister smirk.
Suming hated these kinds of old hoodlums. If you say they're good at being thugs, they're far from it, still stuck in the primitive stage of accumulating wealth through extortion and robbery, not even as advanced as Zhou Jin, who had at least started moving toward industrialization and even harbored intentions of entering politics. To say they were bad at it was an understatent—they were much stronger than the average petty gangster, able to earn millions a year and maintaining various connections in town, essentially local tyrants.
The more soone like this, the less they understand the scale of heaven and earth, thinking they're third only to heaven and earth itself, so arrogant without boundaries, enjoying bullying others to assert their existence. As soon as Suming walked in, without even a proper word spoken, Wu Dacheng already struck an arrogant posture and looked mockingly at Suming. If Suming had been a legitimate businessman, he would have never done business with soone like this.
Before Suming could open his mouth, Wu Dacheng continued, "I heard over the radio that so 'Mr. Su' had co, that must be you, right? Fuck, I thought so big-ti boss had arrived, but it turns out to be just a kid who spent a few grand to play boss on the Yangtze River..."
Laughter erupted in the cabin, a few hoodlums laughing heartily.
Suming didn't understand the joke in Wu Dacheng's words at all. Perhaps in their eyes, insulting others was always hilarious?
The greatest pleasure in bullying is the reaction of the bullied, seeing them angry, sad, yet helpless—that's when the bullies feel the ultimate thrill. The gang in the cabin laughed for a long ti, but upon seeing that Suming had no reaction whatsoever, instead looking at them as if they were idiots, the laughter among the hoodlums gradually subsided. They felt they could no longer save face, and what began as mockery turned into intimidation as they glared fiercely at Suming.
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Suming casually dragged a chair over to sit down, crossed his legs, and said calmly, "Mr. Wu, since you've heard it, you should know the knife fish was reserved by . If you're willing to offer more than I did, I have nothing to say. You offer a thousand bucks per jin and don't even pay in full, isn't that pretty much a half-robbery?"
"Of course I know," Wu Dacheng nodded and rebutted brazenly, "Let's say I did snatch your fish, what are you going to do about it? What can you do?"
The underlings around them seed to have heard so hilarious joke, bursting into laughter once again.
"What's wrong with you clowns, been eating magpie droppings too much? He farts and you all laugh like it's the funniest thing ever?"
Suming went full mockery mode, turned his head to Wu Dacheng, and asked, "I'm hearing for the first ti that buying a fish cos with installnt paynts. How broke must you be? Splitting five grand over two paynts. If you're cash-strapped, go ho and take care of your kids instead of pretending to be so gangster godfather. Aren't you supposedly high-profile in Baihe Town? Why don't you go to the bank and get a loan of a couple thousand?"
"Fuck your mother!" Wu Dacheng erupted in fury, stood up, and without hesitation, aid a kick straight at Suming.
Despite his age, Wu Dacheng's kick packed a lot of power, and it looked like he might have practiced so Sanda.
Suming might seem always grinning, as if even Nangong Yan could beat him up, but that was just him humoring Nangong. His physical condition, nurtured by a year of spiritual power, could probably surpass a professional athlete. When free, he even learned so combat and grappling techniques from Security Head Lao Dong, a retired special forces soldier. When it cos to fighting, among those he knew, only Su ng was definitely stronger than him.
Without dodging or flinching, he raised his foot and countered with a kick towards Wu Dacheng. Taking off after but connecting before, Wu Dacheng's foot hadn't even reached Suming when Suming's own blow landed heavily on his stomach, sending his roughly 150-pound body flying backward more than half a ter, crashing into the chair he had been sitting in. With a crack, the chair shattered, and he tumbled to the ground.
"Motherfucker, break his arms and legs for !" Wu Dacheng bellowed with bloodshot eyes.
Several n wielding wrenches and steel pipes surrounded Suming, the heavy pure steel wrench in their hands capable of breaking bones on impact. There were five of Wu Dacheng's n in the cabin, each one a sturdy young man, and the tal door of the cabin locked from the inside, leaving Suming no room to run.
"Boom!" The closed cabin door suddenly let out a dull, massive bang.
A fist-shaped dent appeared on the big tal door, as if a giant fist had struck it hard from the outside.
"What are you dawdling for, hit him!" Wu Dacheng, his view obstructed, only heard the door rattling furiously but didn't see the fist imprint. He scread in pain while clutching his stomach on the ground.
"Hit your mom!" Suming stepped forward and delivered another kick right onto Wu Dacheng's mouth, sending him sprawling face up on the ground, teeth flying covered in blood.
anwhile, the continuous clangor of the massive iron door persisted, echoing through the ship's cabin. With each thunderous bang, a terrifying fist imprint would appear on the steel door.
After several impacts, the iron door finally gave in, shrieking with the sound of tearing tal, and was forcefully pushed open from the outside before crashing to the floor with a deafening boom.
A towering figure blocked the doorway, casting a vast shadow that blocked the sunlight filtering in from outside and stretched a long, dark silhouette across the interior of the cabin.
Big Su ng appeared at the entrance, his gaze sweeping the room with the cold, emotionless stare of a predator spotting its prey.
Upon making eye contact with Su ng, the gangsters couldn't help but shiver involuntarily.
The one closest to the door, with a yell, instinctively lifted the steel pipe and swung it at Su ng, who didn't even glance at it before grabbing the pipe with one hand. With little effort, he yanked the steel pipe out of the man's grip.
If this had happened before, that guy probably would have been a goner. The first ti they saw Su ng, he'd taken several bullets and still managed to bury a poacher alive and smash another one into at paste against a rocky wall. His combat strength had almost surpassed the realm of normal humans.
Fortunately, having followed Suming for so long, Su ng understood not to kill or injure people indiscriminately. After taking the pipe, he smacked the thug so hard that he spun around several tis on the spot, leaving half his face as swollen as a pig's head. Then, before everyone's eyes, he gripped the two ends of the steel pipe and his arm muscles bulged as he bent it...
With a grating screech, the straight steel pipe was forcefully bent into a U-shape.
It wasn't until then that Nangong Huang peeked out from behind Su ng. Seeing the tense situation before him, the youngster beca excited and yelled, "Brother-in-law, kill them all!"
Suming: "..."
Looking through the gap behind Su ng, the several gangsters left on the deck outside were already scattered on the ground.
True warriors dare to face the bleakness of life and the spectacle of bloodshed, taking pride in challenging those stronger than themselves. The gangsters in this cabin were clearly not such n; accustod to displaying their 'bravery' in front of the weak, they collapsed faster than usual when confronted with a force as overwhelming as Su ng's. Without a word from Suming, they quickly threw their weapons aside and lined up against the cabin wall.
Only Wu Dacheng still showed so of the ruthless streak of an old gangster, getting up and touching the blood on his mouth he ground his teeth and said, "Kid, you've got guts. Kill !"
"You think I'm sick? If I kill you, I'd have to go to jail," Suming responded, dusting off his hands, he took out his wallet, counted out a stack of money, and put it on a table, saying, "Two thousand yuan here, you give back the fish, and we'll call it even."
Wu Dacheng was stubborn, but he knew when to weigh his options. Continuing to resist at this juncture would do him no good. As the saying goes, there is plenty of ti for revenge.
Ordering his lackeys to carry in a water tank, more than a dozen Yangtze River knife-fish swam back and forth inside it.
"Where are the sturgeon? I'll tell you, sturgeons are a national class-1 protected species."
Suming emphasized the words "national class-1 protected species," and, as if worried Wu Dacheng hadn't understood, he added, "If fishern catch a white sturgeon, they must either turn it over to the authorities or release it. Selling or breeding them privately is illegal."
As expected, Wu Dacheng's eyes swiftly rolled, revealing a sly expression, and he snorted, "Sturgeon, of course I know it's a protected animal, so I released it, right!"
"You really released it?" Suming said with a stern face, obviously disbelieving.
"Yes," Wu Dacheng held his head high, looking at Suming as if challenging him to do sothing even if he knew Wu was lying.
"Mr. Wu, I advise you not to make a mistake. Let make it clear one last ti. If you are hiding a white sturgeon, it is illegal," Suming said.
"If you don't believe it, you can go report it. You can invite the police to check my boat," Wu Dacheng boasted with the air of a seasoned thug. "Or, are you going to kill now? I'd admire your guts if you did!"
"Alright, alright! Mr. Wu, you've got guts! You win!"
Suming, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice, his face flushed with restraint, ordered Su ng to carry the water tank and led Nangong Yan out of the cabin.
"Brother-in-law, he's clearly tricking you. He went to steal those fish, why would he release them?" Nangong Yan said, following behind.
"Don't talk." Suming kept a straight face, barely holding back laughter.
That was exactly what he wanted Wu Dacheng to say. If Wu had honestly handed over the sturgeon, Suming wouldn't have been happy.
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