Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Chapter 407 I am a good person

"Grandma, did you just give food to a homeless man?"

"Yes, that person is so pitiful!"

"Grandma, do you know who that person is?"

"How would Grandma know who he is?"

"That's Hu Haikong."

"Who? Hu Haikong? That Hu Haikong who builds houses!?"

"Yes, that's him."

"How could this be? Danzi, don't lie to Grandma! How could Hu Haikong have gotten into this state!"

"They ran away, and this is what happened after they ran and ran."

"real?"

"Of course it's true, we've been looking for him for days!"

"what!"

The old woman suddenly yelled and stormed off at the location of the homeless man.

The old woman's son is a small contractor. Last year, he led a group of villagers to build houses for Haikong Group for a year. He originally thought that once he got the money, he could live a good life for two years.

However, the payment for the project from Haikong Group was delayed again and again. The villagers who worked with their son came to their house every day to complain. They were all neighbors, and the family was almost at each other's throats.

Two days ago, the old lady's son heard that Haikong Group had run into trouble and that many people had rushed to their headquarters to demand payment.

In the chaos, the old woman's son ran over, but he was pushed down the stairs by security guards from Haikong Group and broke his leg. He is still in the hospital.

If I had known that homeless man was Hu Haikong, I wouldn't have fed him even if I had fed him steamed buns!

"Grandma, don't worry."

"I'm in a panic, I'm going to beat that bastard up!"

"Grandma, you can't go empty-handed, or you'll hurt your hands again. Here, take a stick and hit her!" Xie Dan said with a smile, handing over the thin iron rod in her hand.

The old woman took the thin iron rod and tested its weight. Surprisingly, it was quite easy to handle! So, she angrily took the iron rod and went back to that side.

The homeless man was Hu Haikong, who was eating a steamed bun while tears streamed down his face.

When Hu Haikong woke up that day, he found himself lying naked next to a building that was so close together that people could shake hands with him. After getting up, he first hid in a corner and observed the surrounding environment.

Perhaps because of its remote location, there are few people coming and going, so no one noticed him yet.

Hu Haikong made a quick decision, grabbed two pieces of clothing that others were drying by the window and put them on, then smeared some mud on his face and body, and secretly slipped out of the urban village.

Hu Haikong walked aimlessly down the street.

Going back is impossible. His home is gone, his wife and children are gone. If he shows his face, he might get torn to pieces by those debt collectors.

Moreover, Hu Haikong felt that he must have been manipulated by someone behind the scenes to get to where he was now.

At first, Hu Haikong suspected that Zhou Jianhong was the one who wanted him dead, but now he doesn't think so. If the person who attacked him before was Zhou Jianhong's man, then he wouldn't be alive now.

"Who on earth is it?! Who would do this to me?!"

Hu Haikong cried out in his heart, "You destroyed my empire, killed my wife and children, and left me with nothing... What grudge do you hold against me?!"

I can't go home, and calling the police won't help.

Hu Haikong racked his brains but couldn't think of anyone to ask for help. Usually, countless people fawned over him, but at this critical moment, he couldn't find a single reliable person!

That was a complete failure.

Hu Haikong was utterly despondent and hid in a remote urban village. He thought he should hide for a while and maybe he could make a comeback once the storm passed.

The steamed bun in his hand was still slightly warm. It was the best food he had found in the past two days. Hu Haikong ate it carefully, taking small bites, as if he were savoring a delicacy.

As he ate, Hu Haikong felt something was off, as if he was being watched.

Hu Haikong suddenly looked up, and the steamed bun fell to the ground in fright. He was not only being stared at, but being stared at by many people!

A large number of people had appeared in this secluded alley at some point. These people were clearly not good people, as they blocked both ends of the narrow alley.

Everyone was staring intently at him, a mocking smile on their lips.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" Hu Haikong trembled with fear.

"Mr. Hu, how have you been?"

A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar came from behind. Hu Haikong turned around abruptly and saw Lai Donglin walking slowly out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets. Beside him was a lean guy with shifty eyes.

"You...you!..."

Hu Haikong pointed at Lai Donglin, his eyes filled with fear. He seemed to understand something; perhaps all of this was a trap set by Lai Donglin!

"But that's impossible! Lai Donglin just got out of prison not long ago, how could he possibly orchestrate such a huge scheme?!" Hu Haikong couldn't believe his own judgment no matter what.

Lai Donglin's eyes shifted rapidly, showing hatred, anger, regret, pain, pity... but in the end, they returned to calm.

"Ah Lai, here you go!" Kun Ji handed over the iron rod in his hand.

The two had already discussed it on the way here. They would beat up Hu Haikong as soon as they saw him, and Lai Donglin would do it himself to vent all the hatred they had accumulated over the years!

Lai Donglin took the iron rod, looked at Hu Haikong, then at the iron rod in his hand. After a moment of stunned silence, Lai Donglin casually tossed the iron rod aside.

The iron rod fell onto the concrete floor, making a series of crisp sounds.

Lai Donglin took a deep breath, turned around, and left: "Kunji, forget it, I'm too lazy to hit him. Hitting him would just get my hands dirty. Call the police for me."

Kunji scratched his head, wondering whether he should go up himself. He couldn't quell his anger without beating this guy up!

Just then, an elderly woman with gray hair rushed out of the crowd, shouting, and struck Hu Haikong without hesitation with an iron rod in her hand.

"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death, you loser! I'll beat you to death!"

"Ah!~"

As the iron rod fell, Hu Haikong let out a short, high-pitched scream, feeling as if he were a wild dog that had been kicked hard.

The old woman was kind after all. After hitting her a few times, she couldn't bring herself to hit her anymore. She threw away the iron rod, leaned against Xie Dan who had just arrived, and wailed loudly.

Xie Dan put her arm around the old woman's shoulder and comforted her gently, as if she were coaxing her own little sister.

"Damn it, you got off easy!" Kun Ji rolled his eyes, snatched the phone from one of the guys next to him, and dialed 110.

"Hello, is this 110? This is Guwu Village. There's a homeless man here who's been beaten to death. Please send someone over to check on him immediately..."

Who am I? ...I'm a good person!

Kunji hung up the phone, shoved it back into the hands of its owner, who had a constipated expression, and then skipped off to chase after Lai Donglin.

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An Xiaohai received two phone calls in quick succession, one from Da Xian and the other from Er Mao.

They both called about the same thing: Qiang's birthday banquet.

The birthday banquet is scheduled for tomorrow night. It is said that this time the foreigner is making a big fuss, inviting almost everyone in the underworld. Many gangs from Hong Kong will also come over to celebrate his birthday.

The situation in Shenhai City is rather dire. Zhu Polong, the Chen brothers, Guo Xiangshui, and even Hu Haikong are all unable to attend, leaving the city feeling somewhat leaderless.

Although Guo Fang will represent Haiwei Village, she is too young and a girl, so she can't command the scene.

Da Xian and Er Mao called, both wanting An Xiaohai to lead their group to attend.

An Xiaohai was in no mood to offer birthday wishes to the foreigner, but he couldn't very well refuse.

Especially Er Mao, it must have been that his third brother called him and told him to do something. On the phone, Er Mao didn't call him Brother Hai as usual, but directly called him Big Brother.

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow to take a look, but I'm a bit busy and probably won't be able to stay for too long."

"It's alright, big brother. You just need to show up and support the brothers. We all have our own things to do, so we don't have time to celebrate his birthday. We've all agreed that we'll just give a gift and leave."

"Oh well."

"Then we'll come pick up our older brother tomorrow."

"No need, I'll go myself. What time? Where are you located?"

"Entry at 6 pm, banquet starts at 7 pm, at the Deep Sea Royal Water Club."

"Okay, I'll be there."

"Then we'll wait for you at the door."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, An Xiaohai held it in his hand for a long time before finally dialing Ah Huo's number.

The phone went dead, and An Xiaohai frowned deeply.

"What on earth is Ah Huo doing?... " An Xiaohai gritted his teeth and frowned, feeling inexplicably irritated.

After thinking for a moment, An Xiaohai dialed Wang Tiejun's number.

"It's me, say it," Wang Tiejun answered the phone quickly.