Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

The sound of footsteps echoed through the alley.

Chen Deshun was riding that Phoenix brand bicycle. The thief had a rope tied to his hand, and because the rope was of limited length, he had to run to keep up with Chen Deshun's speed.

Chen Jianshe followed at the very back, without saying a word.

His mind was a bit of a mess; the scenes that had just happened were replaying in his mind like a movie.

What Zhang Laopao of Xizhimen, what train station...

He was completely confused, but his father handled it with ease.

The other party was clearly a gangster, but Chen Deshun had him completely under his thumb.

That's incredible.

For a fleeting moment, he even had a strange feeling.

His father wasn't some wireless electronics factory worker, but a big shot who had retired from the underworld for many years!

Otherwise, how could his dad suddenly become so good at fighting?

He was beaten up by Huang Xumin in the Huang family courtyard and begged for mercy, and just now, when facing that car thief, he showed no panic whatsoever.

The three walked for about twenty minutes.

The road underfoot became increasingly remote. After passing a vegetable field, low mud-brick and adobe houses began to appear around us.

"Haven't we arrived yet?" Chen Jianshe frowned and couldn't help but ask.

He was really about to give up; he was hungry, sleepy, and exhausted, and his legs felt like they were strapped with sandbags.

If you give him a bed now, he'll fall into a deep sleep immediately.

"Almost there, just ahead."

The car thief's hands were tied behind his back with rope, so he couldn't use his fingers. He could only nod towards the yard surrounded by a fence in front of him.

He's now kicking himself for it.

Why bring so many tools before leaving home if it's just a car theft?

Now look what happened! Not only were all the tools confiscated, but the bundle of hemp rope was also used on him.

Chen Deshun had initially thought it would be a long walk, but it had only been less than half an hour. He became suspicious: "The distance isn't that far. After stealing the first bicycle, you could go back and steal the second one. It should only take an hour at most. Why has it taken so long?"

He and his third brother had been staking out the bicycle for at least two hours, but the time difference was too great, so he suspected that the bicycle thief was up to something.

Upon hearing this, the car thief looked utterly aggrieved and sighed, "Hey, brother, don't even mention it. I had just hidden the car when a friend of mine came over to ask me to drink. I had no choice but to get him drunk first before going out to work."

He was really unlucky. If he had known it would end like this, he should have asked that guy to come out with him.

It's just one more person to share the spoils, which is better than what we're doing now, working until the wee hours of the morning, not getting a single penny, and even losing ourselves in the process.

Chen Deshun stared at him: "Are there other people in the courtyard?"

The car thief nodded, knowing what Chen Deshun was thinking from his expression, and quickly explained, "Don't worry, brother, he's drunk as a log, he wouldn't wake up even if thunder roared, he won't open his eyes until at least noon."

Chen Deshun withdrew his gaze, asked no further questions, and let the car thief lead the way.

He casually placed one hand on the car thief's shoulder, ensuring that he could subdue him immediately should the thief try anything.

The gate to the courtyard was only slightly ajar.

The car thief pushed open the door, led the two men to the storeroom in the yard, and had Chen Deshun take out a key from his pocket to unlock the padlock.

The door was pushed open, and a musty smell wafted out.

Inside, there was a junk piled up haphazardly, but next to the clutter, a Forever brand bicycle leaned against the wall, which was none other than the one Chen Deshun had stolen.

Chen Deshun breathed a slight sigh of relief upon finding it again. At least he didn't have to worry about losing money anymore.

"This is it, you can take it." The car thief said with a heavy heart, looking at the car.

If it weren't for the circumstances being against him, he really wouldn't have wanted to give up the prize that was already in his grasp.

Bicycles are a valuable commodity; selling them on the black market can earn you at least a hundred dollars, which is more than he could earn in ten or fifteen days of hard work.

I wonder which gang these two are from, they don't even give face to Zhang Laopao from Xizhimen.

When it got light, he went to the train station to find Brother Pao and find out what was going on, determined to get his revenge.

Chen Deshun was overjoyed and easily pushed the bicycle out of the storage room.

Chen Jianshe, who was waiting outside, looked on in astonishment. He never expected that his father would actually find the car!

What a miracle!

"Hey buddy, you've got the car, now you can untie me, right?" The car thief raised his hands, which were tied up like a dumpling, and gestured to Chen Deshun.

Chen Deshun's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

Of course, it's impossible to let people go.

Releasing a tiger back into the mountains will lead to endless troubles.

We must find a way to get him in safely, with food and lodging provided.

His eyes darted around, an idea forming in his mind. He put on a friendly smile and said, "Don't rush. As the old saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. I think you're a talented young man with good skills, so I've decided to show you around."

He was quite pleased to hear the compliment on his skills, but upon hearing the rest, the car thief's smile instantly froze: "Brother, really, no need. We're on different paths."

What a joke! They don't even know who they're with, what worldly experience do they have? They're probably going to be taken to the woods and beaten up.

"Don't worry, I won't let you go for nothing." Chen Deshun seemed not to notice his resistance and coaxed him gently, "If you sell these two cars, you'll get 30%."

Upon hearing this, the car thief hesitated again.

Thirty percent?

One is a Forever brand, and the other is a Phoenix brand. The two cars together should sell for over a hundred yuan. Even a 30% discount would be several tens of yuan.

But... he always felt that Chen Deshun had ill intentions...

Seeing that he was tempted, Chen Deshun took advantage of the moment of hesitation, stepped forward, grabbed a urea bag used for storing fertilizer from the side of the courtyard wall, and put it directly over the car thief's head.

Before the other person could react, she grabbed a rope from the side and quickly tied a bow around his chest.

"Dude! What are you doing?"

Suddenly everything went dark, startling the car thief, who instinctively struggled and resisted.

Chen Deshun patted his head lightly through the urea bag and explained casually, "Try to understand. In our line of work, everyone has a few places to hide. Better safe than sorry. If you burn it later, who am I supposed to complain to?"

The car thief paused in his struggle and froze.

That makes a lot of sense.

You really have to be careful in their line of work; he has more than one place outside.

Judging from this, the other party is indeed a veteran, meticulous, and their professional skills are no less than mine.

He pondered carefully what Chen Deshun had just said.

He was afraid of being targeted... so he was probably being taken to see his boss... but this urea bag over his head was really unsightly, and the bag smelled strongly of fertilizer, making his nose hurt.

The key point is that walking down the street looking like that would be too conspicuous.

But then I thought, it's still dark outside, and most people haven't gotten up yet, so I probably won't be seen, right?

Unable to resist, he could only console himself and tentatively ask, "Is the place we're going far?"

Chen Deshun smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not far. I'll take you there on my bike, we'll be there soon."