I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 57 Beating the "Dutiful Son"

"Atonement?"

After hearing this, Hu Er stopped crying, and instead looked at Feng Bingwen with some expectation. He seemed to have another chance to sell his teammates.

"Write me down all the rogues you know, their names, their home addresses, anyway, as long as you know about it, write it all down!"

After the boy got the pen and ink, Feng Bingwen spoke.

"Okay, I'll write."

Hu Xianyu didn't hesitate at all, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

When the sun was setting on the west mountain, Feng Bingwen left Hu's mansion with a satisfied expression, holding a thick stack of papers full of words, and the ink on the top one was still wet.

"Finally something to do in the future!"

Feng Bingwen, who got the list of gangsters in the county, was refreshed. He glanced at the newly added eighty good deeds in the heavenly book, and his mood became even happier.

……

The aroma of the meat buns wafted in the air, causing the mouths of passers-by to salivate, but after looking at the shriveled money bag, they could only hold back their greed and walked away.

The old man selling buns looked at the crowds of pedestrians in the street in front of him, and looked at his stall, which was hardly visited by anyone. Not half happy.

"Father, how is business today?"

When he came to the booth, the burly man with a swollen face asked the old man with a painful expression on his face.

"Business is not good today, and no one comes to buy."

The old man shook his head, looking at the tall and strong son in front of him, he couldn't help showing a trace of fear on his face.

"No matter how bad it is, you should sell some, and give me some money."

This man looked strong and strong, with sound limbs, but he reached out to the old man in front of him for money without shame.

"Didn't I give you money a few days ago? It's only been a few days, why did you ask me for it again?"

The old man looked a little angry.

"It's all lost, stop talking nonsense, don't waste my time, I'm still counting on earning some money back!"

The man's expression was a bit impatient.

"How many times have I told you, don't gamble, don't gamble, nine out of ten bets, why don't you listen?"

The old man's face was full of pain and sorrow, and he repeated what he had said countless times. Naturally, the strong man in front of him couldn't listen to a word, but just urged him impatiently.

"You don't care about my affairs, get the money quickly."

"No money."

The old man made the last resistance.

"There are people coming and going on this street, don't force me to do it, just grab it from you, we both don't look good when we get into trouble."

The man with a swollen face and a singles on his body became impatient, and raised his hand to warn his father.

"You beast!"

The old man couldn't help but cursed, but in order to protect himself, he probably didn't have any face anymore, so he had no choice but to take out his purse.

"Isn't that right?"

The strong man let out a laugh, and reached out to snatch the money bag from the old man's hand, but after getting it, the weight of the money bag made him frown, and when he opened it, his expression became even worse, cursing,
"You old trash has been sold for a day, why did you sell this little money, it's really useless!"

Although his words were full of disdain, the man poured the dozen or so copper bahts in the purse into his hand without any distaste, put them in his pocket, and walked away without looking at the distraught old man.

"Elder Dong!"

At this time, a childish shout sounded behind him. The man who had just walked two steps heard someone calling his name, and turned his head subconsciously, but what caught his eyes was a wooden stick that was constantly enlarged.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound of skin-to-flesh clashing, and the strong man who turned his head swayed for a while, then sat down on the ground with his buttocks, and he didn't slow down for a while.

But the stick-wielding person wouldn't wait for him to slow down. After seeing a stick that knocked the guy to the ground, he didn't stop his hand, but raised his hand, and the wooden stick he picked up casually fell like raindrops. , on this strong man.

For a moment, the man who had just taken money from his father to gamble screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the beating of the stick, but how could he dodge.

Click!

Accompanied by a clear and crisp sound, the wooden stick picked up at random was broken in two, unable to withstand the force of the continuous whipping.

At this time, looking at the strong man again, there is not a single piece of intact flesh on his body at this time, as far as the eye can see, there are purple marks all over his body. Seeing such a miserable end for this person, I couldn't help clapping and applauding, and I deserve it!
It's just that some people couldn't help but cast their eyes on the child holding the half-trunk stick in the field. They saw that the child had black hair, red lips and white teeth, and he looked extraordinary. A man was so violently pumped that he passed out.

"Ouch! My son!"

At this time, there was a miserable cry, and an old man pushed through the crowd of onlookers, rushed into the arena, knelt down in front of the bruised and strong man, with a distressed expression on his face, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and reached out to the man's face , After finding that there was still breathing, the hanging heart also fell.

"Whose child are you? Why are you so cruel? Did my son offend you before?"

The old man turned his head and looked at the man who had just assaulted his son.

"Your son didn't offend me. He just passed by and saw you father and son talking, which aroused my anger. I couldn't hold it back for a while, but it didn't matter. I took it lightly and spared your son's life. "

Feng Bingwen said with a smile, such words naturally aroused the surprise of the passers-by, and even made the old man who has no way to teach his children angry.
"Since you don't know me? Why did you do such a murderous thing?"

"You old man, shouldn't you thank me?"

Feng Bingwen frowned, seemingly puzzled,

"You can't teach your son well, so why don't others teach him? What's the point?"

"When will it be your turn to discipline my son?"

The old man was still dissatisfied. Seeing his son's miserable state, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Your son doesn't even look like a human being, so naturally everyone can discipline him."

Feng Bingwen couldn't help shaking his head, too many scumbags appeared because of the connivance and influence of their parents.

"He dared to rob even your father, and when he couldn't get any money from you, he would naturally have evil thoughts and infringe on the interests of others.

One day, he may cause a catastrophe because of this, I'm taking precautions, dragging your son back from the evil way, you should thank me. "

"My son robbed me, what does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with you if I beat your son?"

Seeing that the old man was still so stubborn, Feng Bingwen smiled.

(End of this chapter)