The conflict between human beings has never been summed up clearly by simple terms such as good and evil.
When Victor thought that the incident had been properly handled, in the early morning of the next day, Father Sang lazily rinsed his mouth, looked at the area, and saw a new round of bonfires rising there again.
He looked back at Victor thoughtfully, whose expression was already quite ugly.
"What the hell happened again?"
Originally, Victor had planned to discuss with the two farmers in the morning to see if he could persuade them to continue to acquire the fields. Now that this incident happened, his plans were completely disrupted.
"Ahem... Let's go and have a look... I'll follow you." This time, Father Sang followed Victor on his donkey, and the two of them headed towards the smoke of the bonfire.
Sure enough, two more homeless people lived in that dilapidated and vacant tent.
The most speechless and angry thing is that they are still the same two people from yesterday.
Victor was really angry now. He got off his horse, whipped a whip, and walked up to two homeless people who were warming themselves by the fire.
"Are you challenging my patience?"
Hearing this, the two homeless men raised their heads, with cold sweat on their foreheads, but they replied unyieldingly: "Who the hell are you?"
You took the money and turned back without even recognizing the person?
Victor's anger increased even more.
"I remember, yesterday you two bastards took 20 cents from me and promised me that I would leave here..."
"Nothing! I don't know you, little brat!" one of the homeless men yelled.
Veins appeared on Victor's forehead: "So, what do you want?"
"Is this your land?" Another homeless man asked with a trembling voice, knowingly.
Victor let out a long breath, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He took a step forward, grabbed the collar of the nearest homeless man, and dragged him out.
"Let me go! Bastard! Brat!" When the homeless man saw Victor being violent, he began to curse, and kept grabbing his face with his hands. What greeted him was Victor's hard fist. p>
Victor's physical strength is much stronger than that of these two wanderers who have been eating for a long time. The other party didn't even make a move. He threw him to the ground and kicked him violently, and kept beating him with a whip.<
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The screams were endless, and the guy's body was soon covered with scars. However, the strange thing was that the other homeless man just watched his companion being beaten without any intention to help.
He huddled next to the tent, trembling all over, covering his face in fear, and neither dared to step forward nor escape.
Two cowards...
Victor is getting more and more angry, why would a person like this dare to bully him?
He now wants to beat the old bastard at his feet to death, since the lives of Missourians are not worth anything anyway.
However, just when Victor was driven by the anger in his mind and was about to cause tragedy, Father Sang grabbed his hand and told him to stop fighting.
"Young man, don't be so grumpy. You need to be patient with the weak."
Victor doesn't want to hear that now.
"What kind of weak person? They are clearly sitting on my head, I am the weak one!"
Father Sang coughed twice and asked Victor to take a good look at the old homeless man at his feet who had been beaten to a terrible state.
The opponent's eyes were swollen, the bridge of his nose was broken, several teeth were broken, and his face was covered in blood.
But there was no resentment or anger in his eyes, only fear and confusion.
Victor's anger was slightly relieved after being stopped by Father Sang.
He stared at the homeless man at his feet, and from his panicked expression, he finally saw that something was abnormal.
Two old men at the lowest level who were living an ignoble existence did not dare to shoot, did not dare to kill, and did not even dare to show their expressions of resentment. Why would such people dare to return to the plantation after receiving Victor's benefits?
Continue to annoy Victor?
Are they really not afraid of offending Victor and being beaten to death?
"Cough cough cough... Everyone has their own way of survival. Things you can't understand may be a necessary means for the other person to survive... cough."
After Father Sang finished speaking to Victor, he took off his flat cap, squatted down, and stared at the injured homeless man.
"Ahem...tell me, who ordered you to come?"
When the homeless man heard this, he burst into tears and screamed in grievance.
"It's... a young gentleman who looks somewhat similar to this terrible gentleman. He gives each of us 5 cents a day to live in this abandoned field... This money can make us
You can buy bread and ham for dinner in the town every day..."
Upon hearing this, Father Sang turned to look at Victor, who had already guessed the truth of the matter.
Who else looks similar to me besides my cousin who likes to make trouble and wet his pants?
It seems that the other party is still obsessed with the inheritance of the Daemon family.
But the strange thing is, with so many ways to hinder him, why did he hire two half-old homeless men to occupy the plantation land?
Could it be that the other party already knew about the loan relationship between the Dimon family and Cornwall Energy Company?
He, the orthodox heir, only knew about it when he opened the bank safe and saw the contract terms inside. How did a collateral relative like Pierce know about it?
Victor narrowed his eyes, thinking of the cruel Tu Emperor.
"Two gentlemen, can you... let us stay until night before leaving? If you drive us away now, we will definitely not get the five cents, and we will be hungry at night."
Another homeless man who was not injured begged.
Victor didn't want to spend any more money. He was originally going to ask Downey to arrest the person, but Father Sang paid the two of them 50 cents out of his own pocket.
"Let's go! Don't let Mr. Victor see you again tomorrow...ahem, unless you want your body to stay here."
Watching the two homeless men supporting each other towards the unknown wilderness, Victor looked at Father Sang incomprehensively.
"We can't spoil them like this. If my cousin was behind the scenes, he would hire other people to disgust me."
"Ahem, so what? I'm just giving alms to the poor. This is in line with Huiguang's teachings."
Father Sang took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his mouth while coughing. After wiping, he glanced at the handkerchief, frowned, quickly folded it and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"So! Young man... Ahem, I haven't liked you that much since the first time I saw you lying on the ground in a coma. Ahem... You were born in a wealthy family. Your eyes are level and you see the distance.
The fertile fields and vibrant green, occasionally lowering your head slightly, you can see your own fruitful plantation, but you never see the dirty land under your feet that supports your survival..."
"It's not that you can't see it, it's that you disdain to see it, but don't forget, that's the majority of the world..."
"They are timid, incompetent, dirty, and sadly looked down upon by the upper class, but they will not accumulate wealth by seeking money and killing people like those guys."
"Ahem... You also know that your cousin will definitely hire other homeless people, so shouldn't we find a better solution?"
