The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1610 Zhang Cheng: "So what if I dialed the wrong number? I'll apologize to you, okay!"

Tuen Mun, a slum built by refugees, is a place where dilapidated scenes can be seen everywhere.
And this isn't even the peak yet. When the Vietnam War breaks out in the 1970s and refugees flood into Hong Kong Island, that's when things will truly be terrifying.
However, this has nothing to do with Zhang Cheng, after all, he is not a "saint".
"Money, money, money"

Upon seeing Zhang Cheng, who was dressed in a neat suit, many refugee children ran over.
Looking at their pitiful appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled broadly, then pulled out a Colt python from his waist and slowly mounted it, saying, "Little friends, do you want this? It's peanuts!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, many women screamed in terror at the sight and called their children back.
Seeing the fear in the women's eyes, Zhang Cheng grinned maliciously and continued walking inside.

Before long, when Zhang Cheng arrived at what appeared to be a guarded place, he immediately stepped forward and said, "I'm looking for Santi!"

"who are you?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng warily, the slightly dark-skinned South Asian man quickly questioned him.
"Looking for the child!"

Zhang Cheng took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars, counted them in front of the other person, and then pulled out the smallest bill and handed it to him.
Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, the South Asian man stood frozen in place, because he hadn't expected that after counting for so long, Zhang Cheng would only give him this one card!
"No!"

Zhang Cheng stuffed the money back into the box, staring at the other person with a mocking expression.

Suppressing his anger, the man shouted a few words inside, and a number of people rushed out, carrying various sticks and clubs.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't do anything reckless!"

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Cheng took a half step back, then spread his arms in a gesture of warning: please don't make a move.

"This guy's here to cause trouble, beat him to a pulp!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, the man who had been guarding the goal roared.
Upon hearing the man's words, the other South Asians immediately grabbed sticks and rushed forward to attack.
"Wow, Puniam, is this really so uncivilized?"

Taking a half-step back, Zhang Cheng dodged the thrown stick, then raised his foot and kicked one of the men in the neck.
"Oh!"

His body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a nearby tin-roofed house and collapsing it.

"what!"

A piercing scream erupted from inside, and a man, disheveled, ran out, pulling up his pants.
Watching this scene with great interest, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but squint and say, "This guy is even more outrageous than Xu Damao!"

Xu Damao: I'm being presumptuous, so presumptuous!!
"Do it!"

Seeing this scene in anger, the leader of the South Asians roared loudly.

As the others rushed up with murderous intent in their eyes, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I advise you not to do this, because I will kill you all."

Seeing Zhang Cheng still daring to threaten them even now, the South Asian roared, "Attack! What are you all standing there for?"

Looking at the South Asian man who could no longer understand human speech, Zhang Cheng dodged the swinging stick, then took out brass knuckles from his pocket and put them on.
The South Asian frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

But in the next second, Zhang Cheng threw a backhand punch, directly meeting the swinging wooden stick.
"Oh!"

The heavy stick shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
The next second, Zhang Cheng withdrew his fist, then moved forward with lightning speed and slammed it into his chest.
"Crack!"

With a cracking sound, the man was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
Seeing Zhang Cheng's move, the other South Asians couldn't help but swallow hard.

But Zhang Cheng smiled broadly, his eyes narrowed, and pointed at them, saying, "I told you, I'll beat you to death!"

With a powerful punch, Zhang Cheng grabbed a South Asian man and slammed him to the ground.

Seeing Zhang Cheng dressed in a suit and looking like a thug, the other South Asians finally sensed something was wrong and immediately prepared to draw their guns.
But before he could draw his gun, Zhang Cheng had already placed his left hand, holding a revolver, against his forehead.
"Crack!"

The sound of a revolver turning filled the air, and the South Asian immediately raised his hand and said, "This is a misunderstanding, my friend!"

"Snapped!"

With a backhand slam, Zhang Cheng smashed the butt of his rifle into the man's forehead. Looking at the man's blood-covered face, he said, "Now it's a misunderstanding? I told you to call someone, and you were either in the wind or in the rain. What, do you like shipping goods by sea? Damn it!"

The South Asian man was hit again, and he clutched his head, crouching on the ground in pain.
Just then, Santi, who had heard the commotion inside, finally came out. Seeing his underlings lying all around him, he couldn't help but point at Zhang Cheng and say, "Who are you!"

"Zhang Cheng! The 'Cheng' in 'honesty'!" Looking at Santi, Zhang Cheng straightened his suit and then wiped the blood-stained brass knuckles clean.

"You dare come here and hit my men? You think you're so tough? You bastard!"

Staring angrily at Zhang Cheng, Santi couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, that's how I do things!"

While straightening his clothes, Zhang Cheng looked at Sangti and said, "Eight children have gone missing in Kowloon. Hand them over now, and I'll pretend nothing happened!"

“Puniam, you’re kidding me! Do you think I, Santi, am here for the first time?”

Santi roared at Zhang Cheng.
The person behind him, upon hearing this, glared angrily at Zhang Cheng, placing his hands on his hips.
Looking at Santi in front of him, Zhang Cheng walked up to him, put his hands on his hips and said, "I don't care when you came here, but now, I'm giving you a chance to hand over the lost child, or I'll kill everyone here, leaving no one alive!"

"Puni."

Santi was about to speak when he was kicked away by Zhang Cheng, glaring angrily at him.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, and Santi crashed heavily to the ground. He roared in pain, "Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others drew their guns.

"Crack!"

As the revolver spun, Zhang Cheng raised his gun and began to pull the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots suddenly rang out in the chaotic slums, and many people fled back to their homes.
Even in this narrow terrain, Zhang Cheng showed no fear, directly raising his gun and firing back.
As many South Asians collapsed to the ground, Santi roared, "Help! Help!"

As Santi's roar rang out, numerous South Asians rushed out from all directions, each brandishing weapons menacingly.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, quickly turned his revolver at the corner, and then slashed it across his waist.
"Crack!"

As the revolver was reloaded, Zhang Cheng, his eyes fierce, charged around the corner, then, gun in hand, pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"

Bullets continued to fire forward, and the South Asians coming towards them fell one after another into pools of blood.

After firing both revolvers, Zhang Cheng, without lowering his head, slashed at his waist, then reloaded.

Just after nearly thirty South Asians had all fallen in the narrow alleys of the slum, Zhang Cheng walked out, his face cold, and approached Santi, pressing the muzzle of his gun to Santi's forehead, asking, "Where is the child?"

"Brother, I don't know. I didn't kidnap any children. I'm just a smuggling ringleader, responsible for transporting goods and people."

Seeing Zhang Cheng's ruthlessness, Sangti was terrified, for where did this vicious bandit come from?
One person, with two revolvers, dared to wreak havoc on his territory. He's simply insane!
"what?"

Staring in astonishment at Santi, Zhang Cheng stood frozen in place.

Because he seems to have picked the wrong person!
"Puniam, snakehead, why didn't you say so earlier? You made me waste so many bullets!"

With a backhand slam, Zhang Cheng smashed the butt of his rifle into Santi's head, causing Zhang Cheng to click his tongue in astonishment.
"You come up here and ask about the child, how am I supposed to know where he is? I thought you were here to cause trouble!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a wronged expression, Sangti couldn't help but explain.

"Look at you, you coward! So what if you dialed the wrong number? I'll apologize to you, okay?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chin and said, "You're a smuggler, so you should know whose goods the child is, right?"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Sangti swallowed hard and said, "I told you, how could I not die?"

"If you don't talk, you'll definitely die!"

Staring at Santi, Zhang Cheng revealed a sinister smile.

(End of this chapter)