After hearing this, Hu Er stopped crying. Instead, he looked at Feng Bingwen with some expectation. He seemed to have another chance to betray his teammates.
"Write down all the scoundrels you know. Their names, home addresses, whatever you know, write down everything!"
After the boy got the pen and ink, Feng Bingwen spoke.
"Okay, I'll write."
Hu Xianyu didn't hesitate at all. He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
When the sun went down, Feng Bingwen left Hu Mansion with a satisfied look, holding a thick stack of paper filled with writing, but the ink on the top chapter was not even dry yet.
"I will finally have something to do from now on!"
Feng Bingwen felt refreshed after getting the list of gangsters in the county. He took a look at the newly added eighty good deeds in the heavenly book and felt even happier.
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The aroma of the meat buns wafted in the air, causing the mouths of passers-by to salivate. But after looking at the shriveled wallet, they could only resist the temptation and walk away.
The old man selling steamed stuffed buns looked at the dense crowd of pedestrians on the street in front of him, and then looked at his stall, which was almost unattended, and felt a little sad. It wasn't until a while later that someone came to the stall, but there was no expression on the old man's face.
Not even half happy.
"Dad, how is business today?"
When he came to the stall, the strong man with a fleshy face asked the old man with a look of pain on his face.
"Business is not good today, no one is coming to buy."
The old man shook his head and looked at the tall and strong son in front of him, with a hint of fear on his face.
"No matter how bad it is, you should sell some and give me some money."
This man looked tall and thick, but he shamelessly reached out to the old man in front of him and asked 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 a little angry.
"I've lost everything, stop talking nonsense, don't waste my time, I'm still hoping to make some money back!"
The man's face looked a little impatient.
"How many times have I told you, don't gamble, don't gamble, nine times out of ten you will lose, why don't you listen?"
The old man's face was full of pain and sorrow, and he repeated what he had said countless times. Naturally, the strong man in front of him didn't listen to a word, and just urged him impatiently.
"Stop meddling in my affairs and get the money quickly."
"No money."
The old man made his final resistance.
"There are people coming and going on this street. Don't force me to fight with you. It won't look good on either of us if we make a fuss."
The man with a sinister face and a singles robe on his body became impatient and raised his hand to warn his father.
"You beast!"
The old man couldn't help but curse, but in order to save himself, he had no choice but to take out the money bag that was probably no longer inside.
"Isn't this right?"
The strong man let out a laugh and reached out to grab the money bag from the old man's hand. However, after he got it, the weight of the money bag made him frown. When he opened it, his expression became even worse, and he cursed.
"You old loser, you've been selling for a whole day, why did you get so little money? It's really useless!"
Although his words were full of disgust, the man poured the dozen copper bahts in the money bag into his hand without any disgust, put them in his pocket, and walked away without looking at the angry old man.
"Dong Laoba!"
At this time, a childish cry sounded from behind. The man who had just walked two steps heard someone calling his name and turned around subconsciously. However, what caught his eyes was a wooden stick that kept getting bigger.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound of skin and flesh hitting each other, and the strong man who turned around swayed for a moment, then sat down on the ground, unable to recover for a while.
But the man wielding the stick didn't wait for him to slow down. After seeing the stick knocking the guy to the ground, he didn't stop and raised his hand. The wooden stick he picked up fell like raindrops.
, whipped on this strong man.
For a moment, the man who had just taken money from his father and was going to gamble screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the blows of the stick, but there was nowhere to hide.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the wooden stick that was picked up was broken in half, unable to withstand the force of the constant beating.
At this moment, looking at the strong man again, there was no intact skin on his body, and all he could see was purple marks. He looked very miserable, and the passers-by on both sides of him were pointing and pointing.
Point, seeing this man's miserable end, I couldn't help but clap my hands and applaud, he deserved the curse!
However, some people couldn't help but cast their eyes on the child holding a half-broken stick in the scene. They saw that the child had black hair, red lips and white teeth. He was extraordinary, but with his figure, it was hard for people to believe that he was actually going to do it.
The man was so violently whipped that he fainted.
"Oh! My son!"
At this time, a scream was heard, and an old man squeezed through the crowd of onlookers, threw himself into the field, knelt down in front of the scarred strong man, with a look of distress on his face, he stretched out his trembling hand to the man's face
, after discovering that he was still breathing, his hanging heart also dropped.
"Whose child are you? Why are you so cruel? My son has offended you before?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the person who had just violently raped his son.
"It's not like your son has offended me. He was just passing by and saw you father and son talking, which aroused my anger. I couldn't hold it back for a while, but it didn't matter. I acted very lightly and spared your son's life.
"
Feng Bingwen smiled and said, such words naturally surprised the passers-by, and even made the old man who had no way to teach his children angry.
"Since you don't know my son? Why did you do such a cruel thing?"
"You old man, shouldn't you thank me?"
Feng Bingwen frowned, seemingly puzzled.
"If you can't teach your son well, why don't you allow others to teach you? What's the point?"
"When will it be your turn to discipline my son?"
The old man was still dissatisfied. Seeing his son in such a miserable condition, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Your son is not even human, so of course anyone can discipline him."
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head. There were too many scumbags who appeared because of their parents' connivance and influence.
"He dares to rob even your father. When one day, he can no longer get money from you, he will naturally have evil thoughts and infringe on the interests of others.
One day, he may get killed because of this, so I took precautions and dragged your son back from his evil ways. You should thank me."
"My son robbed me, what does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with you if I beat your son?"
Seeing that the old man was still so stubborn, Feng Bingwen smiled.