The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1378 Liu Haizhu: "Are you even human?"

The hot summer has passed, and winter is coming.

The year was 1970.
Wearing a military overcoat, Zhang Cheng walked into a small courtyard.

Zhang Cheng nodded to the person who greeted him, then walked straight into the room.
Inside the smoke-filled room, Han Hu smoked a cigarette, his eyes filled with a solemn expression.

"Sir, you've arrived!"

Upon seeing Zhang Cheng appear, Han Hu quickly greeted him.

Nodding calmly, Zhang Cheng said, "I heard you say that an old man somehow got hold of 'one stick of incense' as a form of inheritance? What is he trying to do? Does he not want to follow my rules anymore?"

"That's right, sir. That old man was worried that no one would be there to break the pot for him in the future, so he brought back a 'stick of incense' from the south! He plans to use it to take care of himself in his old age and see him off when he dies!"

Explaining to Zhang Cheng, Han Hu quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to him.

Lighting a cigarette, Zhang Cheng stared at Han Hu and said, "Let's put that aside for now, what are my rules!"

"I won't touch children, and I won't touch women!"

Looking awkwardly at Zhang Cheng, Han Hu hadn't expected Zhang Cheng to react so strongly after receiving the news.
Zhang Cheng glanced at Han Hu and squinted, saying, "Since he knows he's childless, why doesn't he go to an orphanage to adopt a child? Now he's making me wait until the day is over! Does he want to be buried as soon as possible?"

"One stick of incense" is slang used by kidnappers to describe a boy, while "one bead of flower" refers to a girl. It can also be used to describe a girl who is worth a lot of money. Of course, more often than not, it means that the other party in the transaction does not need a girl, and she is likely to be stuck with her and be despised as a money-losing commodity!
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Han Hu said, "But we already have the child, what are we going to do?"

"What are we going to do? Is this your first day on the job?! Find those slackers for me! Send the kids back to where they came from, damn it! Tell the people below that this is just a warning, but next time they'll be in big trouble!"

Looking sternly at Han Hu, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reprimand him.

What he hates most is the human trafficking business, because so many people spend half their lives searching for a child, only to never see them again!

Therefore, he would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen under his nose.

Jichun, where snowflakes are falling
When an elderly person led a child into the yard, many people wore serious expressions.

Stepping inside, Zhang Cheng placed his hands on the brazier, looked up, and asked, "How much did you pay for the child?"

"Sir, it cost four hundred!"

The old man spoke to Zhang Cheng with a nervous expression.
Because he hadn't expected Zhang Cheng to be so resolute about this matter!

"Han Hu, give him eight hundred, and also talk to the orphanage so he can choose a child!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng slowly sat up straight.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Han Hu opened a drawer to the side, took out a wad of cash, counted it, and handed it to the old man.

Seeing the money in his hand, the old man tried to refuse, saying, "Master, how can I not take the money? This child will definitely not suffer if he follows me! I also have a skill for him!"

Standing up, Zhang Cheng went to the old man and slapped him to the ground with a backhand motion.

The old man clutched his face in pain, staring at Zhang Cheng in horror, for a triangular bayonet was already pressed against his neck.
Looking coldly at the old man, Zhang Cheng lifted his chin and said, "This child has parents, he has his own life! If you want to cut off his path, I'll cut off yours first!"

The old man stared at Zhang Cheng in terror, too afraid to utter a single word.
As he staggered to his feet, Zhang Cheng said coldly, "You bunch of people have no skills, only your hands. I gave you a way out, and now you want to pass it on? What? Do you really think I'm some kind of Buddha?"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the old man broke out in a cold sweat.

"Alright, old man Zhou, go find a kid at the orphanage! Your skills will be cut off from here on out. If I find out what you taught him, don't blame me for crippling you!"

Picking up the money from the ground, Han Hu stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Understood, Tiger!"

He stood up shakily, holding the money, his eyes filled with bitterness.

All he wanted was someone to break pots for him and pass on his skills; what was wrong with that? Returning to his chair, Zhang Cheng placed his triangular military dagger beside him.

Looking at Han Hu beside him, Zhang Cheng asked, "How many of these do you have left?"

"Didn't you tell me to pay attention to my work? I bought all the jobs that people came to us for. Now, basically no one makes a living from this craft anymore! But I've crippled all the daring ones!"

When asked to speak to Zhang Cheng, Han Hu began to explain.

Because some people always feel that working hard to earn money is too difficult and want to make quick money.

However, Han Hu never showed mercy to those kinds of people; he would break their hands and throw them onto the train.
If they dare to show up in Jichun again, they'll be in deep trouble!

"From now on, reduce the number of Buddhas!"

He spoke calmly, but Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frown.
As the highest authority, does he not want to resolve this matter? No, he has no choice!

After all, some of these craftsmen are elderly men in their fifties or sixties.
The younger generation had long been placed in the black market or factories by Han Hu.

If it weren't for the sudden "one incense stick" incident, Zhang Cheng wouldn't have planned to come here at all, because kidnappers are always a threat!

Leaving the courtyard, Zhang Cheng headed towards the "Light" sign.
However, just as they passed through a block, they heard a familiar "casting" sound in the distance.

"Chasing lunatics, teasing idiots, beating cripples, holy crap, is there anything you guys aren't capable of?"

Wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, Liu Haizhu was seen pointing at a group of people and roaring angrily.

Curious, Zhang Cheng walked over and looked at the person lying on the snow. He immediately took a closer look and burst out laughing.

Because isn't this Luo Shibin?
A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. The former number one "one-on-one king" of Jichun is now lying pitifully on the ground, like a turtle, unable to even turn over, and covered with kick marks. He is so pitiful!

"Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Seeing Zhang Cheng squatting next to Luo Shibin with a mocking expression, Liu Haizhu couldn't help but question him.

"You can't just watch the show!"

Addressing Liu Haizhu, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Right? Luo Shibin!"

"Ahhhh!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Luo Shibin shouted, appearing extremely angry.
Because his current predicament is all due to Zhang Cheng's actions.

He broke his own limbs and destroyed everything he owned.
Seeing Luo Shibin's expression, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but tease, "Oh, still angry? You're as useless as you are, but you still have a temper!"

"No way, what are you doing? Are you even human? He's disabled, and you're bullying him like that!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Liu Haizhu couldn't help but scold him.
Upon hearing Liu Haizhu's words, Zhang Cheng stood up, his face full of mockery, and said, "Then do you know how he became disabled?"

How did you get injured?

Looking at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, Liu Haizhu was also surprised.

"I did it! Hahaha!"

Laughing loudly, he walked away into the distance. Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his hand in greeting.
Watching Zhang Cheng's retreating figure, Liu Haizhu stood frozen in place, then looked down at Luo Shibin.
Seeing the other person lose both hands and feet and beg with only a bowl in their mouth, I couldn't help but shudder, because this was just too cruel.
If Zhang Cheng had killed Luo Shibin, Liu Haizhu wouldn't have thought much of it; after all, it's normal for Northeasterners to get angry.
But if a sixth man suddenly appears among a group of brutes, that's frightening!

Luo Shibin: Are you fucking casting a spell?! Aren't you a sorcerer?

Liu Haizhu: I am a monk, but not a fool!

(End of this chapter)