You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 198 Chi Ping is so good! Iron Fist is so strong!
"Warden, the vegetables we bought are at the security booth at the entrance of the community. Please have someone come and pick them up."

"I'm going to skip the meal and go to the Iron Fist Club."

When Wei San was editing this message, Jiang Teng had already had his limbs broken by him.

The stutterer sat trembling in the driver's seat. Through the middle rearview mirror, he saw Wei San very calmly stuffing Jiang Teng into the trunk.

Then Wei San sat in the back seat again. When the car door was slammed shut, not only the car but also the stutterer's heart trembled.

Sweat flowed down the stutterer's forehead, flowing crookedly across his nasolabial grooves and along the corners of his mouth. A panicky, wet and salty feeling spread in his mouth.

"Is it hot?" asked Wei San who was sitting in the back. The stutterer was already sweating profusely.

Bro, is this because of the heat?

The stutterer didn't dare to answer truthfully, but just turned on the air conditioner silently.

"Let's go." Wei San said.

"Where are you going?" asked the stutterer.

"Iron Fist Club."

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At Chi Ping's house, a group of people finally got together for a meal.

Le Bai and the old village chief were there, as was Mang. Chi Ping simply called Huo Ba as well.

But after the call was made, the voice kept telling me that the other party's phone was turned off.

At this point in time, it was most likely that Hoba took on the role of executioner and became a vigilante, so Chi Ping didn't care.

After working in the kitchen for about an hour, Wenxin prepared a table full of dishes.

His cooking skills were really good, and Le Bai ate back all the lost meat in no time.

When she ate, her eyes narrowed into a line and her two snow-white cheeks moved slowly, as if she was savoring the food.

Wenxin's sister was a little reserved and sat next to Wenxin.

"What's the little girl's name?"

The person asking the questions was the old village chief Zhao Changhe.

"Just call her Yuanyuan."

Yuanyuan stammered and didn't say anything. It was Wenxin who answered for her.

"Wen Yuanyuan? Or just a single word, "yuan"?" Chi Ping asked.

"Wu Yuanyuan." Yuanyuan said in a low voice.

Chi Ping was stunned for a moment, then heard Wen Xin explain:

"We don't have the same father."

Chi Ping nodded. The current economic environment in the federation is declining, the pressure of life is increasing, and the number of divorces is increasing. This is a normal phenomenon.

"Mom is not a mom either." Yuanyuan added in a low voice.

Chi Ping frowned slightly. This meant that the two parties had no blood relationship at all. Then why did Wen Xin bring this burden with him?

Chi Ping heard Yuanyuan say that Wen Xin even broke one of his arms in order to support her.

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Wen Xin explained.

His mother had been married once before before marrying his father and had three children, the youngest of whom was eight or nine years old.

It is conceivable that his father was really hungry at that time.

After my parents got married, a serious problem arose.

Whenever the parents quarrel, the mother's three children automatically stand on her side.

So whenever a conflict occurred, my father would live a 1V4 life.

Lu Bu only had to fight three people. His father was even more miserable than Lu Bu, and his mother was probably not Diao Chan.

When Wen Xin told this story, Chi Ping couldn't help but think with a sense of evil humor.

After marriage, his father's life was not comfortable, raising three unrelated children.

It would be fine if the couple just had a quarrel, but once they started fighting, in the eyes of the three children, it would be the man beating his mother.

Boys endure humiliation and are likely to have different ideas when they grow up.

At this time, many couples usually think that the way to resolve conflicts is:
Have a baby.

So Wenxin was born.

But after they had children, their lives became more stressful.

Life is more stressful and full of contradictions, and in the end, the string still couldn't be tightened.

My parents divorced, and my mother didn't want to. Even if life was miserable, at least there was a man to support her. But then my father met Yuanyuan's mother.

At that time, Yuanyuan's mother was not married, but she took someone else's ball and married my father.

In the words of Yuanyuan's mother, "I can't beat it away, it's so annoying."

The first few days after my father and Yuanyuan's mother got married were always good.

Later, when Yuanyuan grew up a little and had someone to take care of her, her mother ran away.

Yuanyuan has her mother's surname. Her father doesn't want to raise her, but Wenxin does.

He is 10 years older than Yuanyuan, and he is the one who usually takes care of Yuanyuan. He can't bear to leave Yuanyuan.

Later, his father didn't even want him and Yuanyuan anymore.

After that, my father's life became much better.

After that, it was the story of Wenxin taking Yuanyuan to eat at a hundred houses. When Wenxin finished telling the story, everyone at the table fell silent.

All you could hear was the slurping sound of Le Bai eating the vegetables, followed by the chugging sound of him guzzling the soup. Then he would let out an "ah~~~" as he lamented how good the meal was.

After a while, Wang Yan, who was not in the situation, was heard saying:

"So, is your sister's name Wen Yuanyuan, or just Wen Yuan?"

Mang covered his face directly, then whispered a few words to Wangyan, and pinched Le Bai's chubby face.

"You two guys, show me some empathy!"

"But didn't they meet Chi Ping?" Le Bai said, "Chi Ping will help them, right, Chi Ping."

Le Bai, regardless of Chi Ping's wishes, directly said to Wen Xin and his sister, "Chi Ping is so good! He helped our village and Amelia!"

The village chief beside him also nodded;

Mang cast a gentle look towards Chi Ping, as if to say that he was worthy of being the person he had chosen, worthy of being Mr. Executioner;
Wang Yan, on the other hand, looked at Chi Ping again, as if he was thinking about something.

Only Chi Ping silently took out a dried sweet potato from the bags brought by the village chief, dipped it in the sugar in the cold tomatoes, and then put it in his mouth to chew.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed by being stared at, Ikehei changed the subject and spoke to the village chief.

"Why didn't you bring any dried fish from Jinsha? I heard it's a specialty of your area."

"It's not a special product at all. I just used some medicine to rinse it and use it to deceive you city folks."

The old village chief's words choked back Chi Ping's attempt to change the subject.

Mang finally couldn't hold back his laughter. After the meal, everyone became more familiar with each other, especially Yuanyuan and Wenxin.

Chi Ping escorted everyone out the door one by one. As the elevator closed, Chi Ping could vaguely hear Wang Yan asking the village chief:

"Why didn't you bring any dried fish?"

After finishing the job, Chi Ping finally had time to face Wen Xin and Wu Yuanyuan.

"Tell me, what did you steal from Iron Fist that made them keep biting you."

The atmosphere, which had just relaxed, suddenly became tense.

Wen Xin, who was cleaning up the dishes in the restaurant, paused and began to tense up.

Yuanyuan was watching TV with a smile on her face, but when she noticed that the atmosphere was not right, she quietly turned down the volume of the TV.

He looked at the two of them nervously.

An awkward atmosphere permeated the air, from Wenxin's stiff movements to Yuanyuan's anxious look. Wenxin, distracted, had lost control of his prosthetic arm and knocked the plate against the marble turntable.

The plate slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground along with the grease on the table.

Crisp but harsh, the splashing fragments looked like a broken flower.

Yuanyuan looked at Wenxin, then at Chi Ping, and silently lay on the ground to pick up the broken pieces of the plate.

"Don't scratch your hand, Yuanyuan." Chi Ping said.

"Ow."

"Don't want to say it, or can't say it?" Chi Ping looked at Wen Xin.

"I'm sorry." Wen Xin said, "You are a good person, but I can't tell you before I die."

His tone was calm, but firm.

The hand holding the rag was clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white.

"The more you say that, the more I want to know." Chi Ping said slowly, holding the tea that Wen Xin had poured for him earlier, and said while sipping:

"There are two types of people I hate the most—"

When Chi Ping said "the most annoying", Wen Xin's face changed. Then, he listened more carefully to Chi Ping's next words.

"The first is to reveal half of the story and let you guess."

Wen Xin felt sad when he heard this, but he waited for a long time but didn't hear Chi Ping's next words.

I saw him carrying Yuanyuan to the sofa and turning up the volume of the TV.

???

What about the second one?

Wen Xin felt that the person in front of him might, seemed, or probably was a little unique.

But he still walked up to Chi Ping and looked straight into his eyes.

"Thank you for understanding me."

He bowed deeply, and Chi Ping waved his hand, indicating that he should not block Yuanyuan from watching TV.

In fact, if he didn't tell it, would Chi Ping not know?

As long as you deliberately lead the topic in that direction, if Mang is present, you will probably be able to find out something.

Then just spend a little more effort to check and you will know.

At this moment, Chi Ping received a news report from the Star City Daily on his phone:

"On August 8st, around 31: p.m., the executioners attacked the Iron Fist Club—"

Then, there was a call from Mang:
"Huo Ba and Wei San went to dismantle the Iron Fist Club—"

Ike Ping was a little surprised, but the following sentence made him even more surprised.

"But the Iron Fist Club is still doing well."

Chi Ping frowned. Is this iron fist so powerful?
(End of this chapter)