All he wanted was a bit of respect and fairness. He really didn’t want to take part in today’s action, but he couldn’t just not participate.
The room was too stuffy, so Zhang Liang opened the window. Through it, he saw a few faces he had seen on the mountain.
You’re here too.
That person was Ye Tian.
...
"Benefactor Ye, you’re here too?"
Ye Tian hugged the little monk he had accidentally bumped into on the street. The lad sure had so skills, managing to ditch his mother-in-law to shop with Zhang Ling’er alone.
"Heh heh, kiddo, got so skill, eh? Already made your move?"
Zhang Ling’er was shopping for clothes up ahead, while the little monk was standing outside, waiting quietly. He never expected to encounter Ye Tian here. Understanding Ye Tian’s implication, the little monk blushed and said, "The master’s wife went to buy so things, and I’m here to protect my fellow apprentice sister."
"What ’fellow apprentice sister’? It’s inevitable sooner or later!"
Ye Tian poked the little monk’s ticklish spot, causing him to twist his body. Ye Tian poked again, and the little monk twisted again. Ye Tian kept poking, and the little monk kept twisting.
"Wobble wobble wobble! Swearing at the neighbors now, are we?"
Suddenly, a booming shout surprised everyone on the street, causing them to turn their heads in bewildernt.
A big man with a bristly beard, dressed in a baggy military camouflage, was followed by a group of henchn in the sa outfit. Clearly, they were not a friendly bunch.
Seeing that he had bumped into soone, the little monk quickly brought his hands together in a prayer gesture and hurriedly apologized, "This benefactor, I’m so sorry, so sorry, it was my lack of manners that offended you."
A shiny bald head bobbed in front of everyone like a pecking chicken, which was quite speechless and even laughable. Even the most irritable person would be cald by such an adorably polite head, but the person they encountered this ti was not one to be trifled with.
"Damn it, running into a monk, I knew this trip would be ill-fated, what damn bad luck, get lost! Don’t pull that act on , kneel and kowtow three tis, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, you’ll co back with to crawl into bed and let my gun poke enough tis until I’m satisfied. Once I’m happy, you’ll be safe! How about that for a deal? Hahaha!"
The fierce entourage burst into laughter. Ye Tian frowned but remained silent. These people exuded an extrely violent aura, one that’s been fed with blood.
This bearded man didn’t appear to be from Huaxia proper, and his towering nose bridge and deep-set eyes caused a touch of wariness. Could these be people from the northwest?
"Hey, who are you calling! Looking for a beating?"
Ye Tian’s mouth curved into a slight smile. Indeed, in situations like these, it was better to let the won handle it—just as long as it didn’t co to blows, a few harsh words wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Zhang Ling’er stopped browsing clothes and walked straight out of the clothing stall. As she was leaving, the stall owner, holding a short-sleeved T-shirt, said with a flushed neck, "Fifty yuan! Can’t go any lower, hey hey, don’t leave, whatever you wish, just thirty..."
Upon arriving at this battlefield, Zhang Ling’er first gave the little monk a glare, seemingly angry at his lack of resistance. The little monk rely scratched his head and smiled, with rosy lips and pearly teeth, quite delicate in appearance. Quite unexpectedly, he was almost a match for Zhang Ling’er in terms of looks. Should soone with a preference for the sa sex lay eyes upon him, they would definitely find great joy.
Faced with the little monk, who had grown accustod to looking down and being obedient for over a decade, Zhang Ling’er really couldn’t muster the will to scold him. She could only curl her middle finger and knock it on his head, then turned around with fury to the burly man behind her, "What gives you the right to curse at people!"
A group of burly n saw a girl as delicate as a flower erge unexpectedly in their midst, which imdiately piqued their interest. They all cracked smiles, but before the creases of their grins could fade, it was flattened by soone who ca afterward.
A loud slap landed on the face of the lead brute, "Apologize."
The brute, whose arm had already been half-raised towards Zhang Ling’er’s chest, did not expect to catch a slap to the face so suddenly. The slap was indeed fierce; one of his ears was ringing.
"Big brother! You..."
"Apologize!"
This person, who had the deanor of a scholar, was surprisingly acting as the boss even though he wore glasses. Judging by his tone and behavior, he looked every bit like a physically weak intellectual, wearing tourist shoes, a white T-shirt, black shorts, and carrying a small green backpack. The black-frad glasses made him resemble a college student no matter how one looked at him.
The scholarly man, glasses shining, turned around with a smiling face, "Little Master, we were in the wrong just now and alard you. May I inquire where your temple is? It would be good to go and offer incense."
"To let you people up the mountain, I’m afraid you’ll disturb the peace of the Buddha. Little baldy, let’s go."
Zhang Ling’er, fuming, pulled the little monk to leave, but the scholarly man with glasses reached out his hand to block their way.
Liu Zhiming had rushed nonstop over a thousand kiloters from the northwest for seven days and nights, daring not to be the slightest bit careless. His blind master had once told him that when a dog is eating, it certainly thinks about whether its master’s face looks pleased or not. If it looks pleased, there will be another al; if not, the dog fears it would be directly slaughtered and thrown into a hot oil cauldron.
Pleasing or not, it’s not a good thing for the dog either way.
Eating feces is unpleasant, but life is more precious.
Liu Zhiming lived up to the na his master had given him; to know one’s destiny is indeed a fine harbinger, and those who know their fate are sure to be not without good fortune.
At the age of three, he was trafficked and sold three tis over because he had started to rember things, so he did not fetch a good price. Eventually, the trafficker thought it over and decided that instead of selling him to soone else, it was better to keep him and use him to make money. A good little beggar could potentially earn quite a sum.
Gouging eyes out, breaking legs, stuffing them in a confined space to stunt their growth until they beca dwarfs—these thods were prevalent in the neither big nor small circle of beggars. Those who knew about it had long been aware, and those who did not know were sowhat familiar with it.
Liu Zhiming was one of the majority who did not know.
When the beggar boss was picking people, unprecedentedly, he walked up in front of the group of little beggars, toying with two iron balls in his hand. These two iron balls were his trademark skill; Iron Balls could kill within five ters and cause injury and disability within ten ters.
The beggar boss was called Seventh Uncle, wearing a white fur coat even in dead winter. It was said to have been pilfered from the Imperial Palace during the collapse of the Daqing Empire, a beloved item of the Crown Prince, made of nine Jade Fox Furs from Changbai Mountain—priceless and unavailable on the market.
Seventh Uncle looked over the line of children standing in the falling snow, his gaze ticulously assessing them, as calm as an ancient well, as if he was sizing up a row of lifeless wooden stakes.
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