Fairy, please pay me back.

Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Dark Moon
Lead clouds cover the sun, and the iron curtain hangs low.

For the locals living in Nanrong Town, it is another day that feels like a new year.

Old row houses with missing bricks and tiles, curly blue-and-white walls, black water stains shaped like upside-down bamboo shoots, and uneven rotten tile eaves are all signs of dilapidation and depression.

Half of the shops facing the street have closed down. In these years of depression, not being hungry is a blessing. The locals have no spare money to spend.

Occasionally, there are one or two open doors. They are small restaurants supported by big-ticket drivers, and small supermarkets supported by cheap knockoff goods. There are only a few people coming in and out.

A bus covered with rust came bumping towards the bus, avoiding several abandoned motorcycles and bicycles lying crookedly at the station, and stopped in the middle of the road with a screeching sound.

Wearing a black mask and a black poncho, Jian Fusheng jumped out of the car, looked up at the gloomy but rainless sky, and cursed.

If it hadn't rained, his outfit would have looked very bad.

Looking around, Jian Fusheng quickly spotted the pock-marked boy next to the bus stop:
The village is young, Wuzi!
Wuzi was so ugly that he was always teased by Jian Fusheng in elementary school. The two would get into fights every now and then, and they would fight each other from school to the fields.

In the process of beating each other into pig heads again and again, the two gradually developed feelings and became a pair of little gay friends.

Wuzi was wearing a fake sportswear and a pair of ripped sneakers with his thumbs exposed. He was facing Jian Fusheng with his back to Jian Fusheng, squatting on the ground and smoking.

A fat village girl wearing a rustic floral cloth passed by Wuzi. He immediately blew out a smoke ring and whistled.

Jian Fusheng pulled down his mask, walked up behind Wuzi, kicked him on the butt, and said with a smile:

"You're worthless, you're acting like a pig and you want to fuck me!"

Wuzi jumped up and down, looked back at Jian Fusheng, touched his buttocks and cursed:

"I'm going to destroy you, you old cannon! What's going on? I'm going to read a book to you in the city, and put on a plastic cloth and play Batman?"

Jian Fusheng smiled awkwardly and took off his poncho.

Wuzi punched him in the chest and gave him a hug that smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat.

After letting go of his hand, Wuzi's expression gradually became serious and he asked:

"Fuzi, do you really want to fuck me?"

Jian Fusheng nodded firmly.

After waving to Jian Fusheng, Wuzi led him to a remote street corner. Lars unzipped his sportswear and took out a roll of rotten newspapers from his arms.

Opening the newspaper, Wuzi took out a kitchen knife with a missing edge and said:
"I'm with you. Yesterday morning, my dad went to help your dad, and one of his teeth was knocked out by Zhou Papi's leg. I remember the man's appearance, and this time I chopped off his hand!"

Jian Fusheng held Wuzi's hand, shook his head and said:
"Wuzi, don't do anything. If you want to stay here, what should I tell your father? Your father's legs and feet are not good, and he still expects you to go to the ground!"

Wuzi's eyes flashed fiercely and he said bitterly:

"I just want to save my life. If I fight to the death, Zhou Bapi will be dead! After chopping up the old thief, who dares to come to the village to bully others?"

The dozen or so villages under the jurisdiction of Boss Zhou in Nanrong Town are notorious.

Bullying and dominating the market and occupying land are no longer trivial matters. He sent people to kidnap the daughter of a family in Wayao Village when she just came of age. It took him a month to bring her back, and everyone went crazy.

But Boss Zhou's cousin is the mayor of the town, and his son is holding a public position in the county. His nephew is in charge of the patrol station in the town, and the only branch president is colluding with him, refusing to issue farmers' loans according to the Ming Dynasty. , making Boss Zhou’s pawn shop the only place to borrow money.

Therefore, although everyone in this area with a radius of dozens of miles hated him with itch, no one really dared to plunder his tiger beard.

After looking at the indignant Wu Zi, Jian Fusheng pulled out his pistol from under his clothes and pointed it at him.

Wuzi was stunned and exclaimed:
"Fuzi, do you have this guy? Did you go to the city to read Sazi's book and become a hooligan?"

Jian Fusheng patted Wuzi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Wuzi, listen to me. I am well prepared this time. Point out the person to me and find a place to hide nearby. If something happens to me, I will have to rely on your help..."

The two turned the corner and walked a few hundred meters along a north-south gravel road before seeing the Zhou family compound.

Boss Zhou's home covers an area of ​​about [-] square meters and is surrounded by a courtyard wall with gold tiles and red paint.

A five-story main building with columns and cornices stands in the courtyard, shining with golden light!There is a three-story building next to it, which I heard is used by servants and nursing staff!
Compared with the dilapidated and depressed Nanrong Town, the Zhou family's mansion is simply magnificent.

Golden glazed tiles are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and crimson paint covers the walls of the courtyard. It is said that the main building in this courtyard was built under the personal guidance of Boss Zhou after he visited the Liu Palace in Yujing and went to Europe to inspect the Louvre. In short, it is a combination of earth and foreign, gorgeous and different!

Wuzi took Jian Fusheng and hid in a drainage ditch outside the courtyard. He pulled a pile of dead branches and grass to cover his figure, and stared at the main entrance of the courtyard with his waist bent.

Not long after, an old SUV stopped at the gate of the courtyard. A scar-faced man escorted a strapped-up young woman out of the car, followed by a bald man.

The young woman's mouth was tightly gagged, and she was crying with tears.

The scar-faced man pinched her face hard and said with a evil smile:
"Xiao Yu's wife from Lihua Village is such a cool girl. No wonder the boss keeps trying to get her!"

The bald man behind him kicked him and cursed:

"Have you lived enough? If the boss dares to touch the girl he likes, aren't you afraid that his hand will be chopped off?"

Scarface spat on the ground and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid of cheating? Last month, I chopped down a stinky nail and helped the boss secure a piece of land in the county! The boss made a statement at that time, and when he got enough, I caught this woman and gave it to me to play with for a week!"

When the bald man heard this, he immediately smiled and said:

"Brother Scar, can you lend me a hand too...just one!"

Scarface said proudly:

"100 yuan, plus depends on your performance!"

In the drainage ditch, Wuzi pointed at Scarface from a distance and said to Jian Fusheng:
"That's him. He went to your house that day to collect money. It's this scar-faced man with a dripper, known as Brother Scar! You have to be careful when you meet him, this man has someone on his hands! The bald man behind didn't come that day, I don't know him. ."

Jian Fusheng nodded, silently remembering the appearance of the scarred face in his mind, and pulled Wuzi to continue squatting in the ditch.

Not long after, Brother Scar came out of the yard with his bald head and drove away in his old SUV.

After waiting for more than three hours, a pickup truck drove over, and a swarthy strong man and a young boy with yellow hair got out.

The two of them jumped off the motorcycle and heard Huang Mao curse and say:
"Destroy this veteran, one by one, his bones are broken and he still can't pay the rent. A bunch of poor guys are starting an egg business!"

The dark burly man glanced at him and said coldly:
"Don't stop talking nonsense. Let's make up for the bad rent first. The boss already got angry last month. If we can't complete the task this month, we'll have to close the pig pen!"

Pulling Jian Fusheng's sleeves, Wuzi said angrily:

"It was these two bastards, it was that Heibi who broke your father's leg! It was that Huangmao who knocked out my father's teeth!"

Jian Fusheng looked at the two people in the distance and asked in a cold voice:

"Do they have guns in their hands?"

Wuzi said:

"I didn't see it yesterday. I probably didn't. We are poor here and few can afford a gun. Scarface carries one, so no one dares to mess with him."

Jian Fusheng nodded and continued to wait silently.

More than an hour later, the main door of the compound slowly opened, and a dark, strong man walked out first, dragging a bloody yellow sack behind him.

Just listen to Huang Mao say:

"Mom, what a fool! The boss is really tough. He killed someone in two days and we had to help him bury him!"

The swarthy man paused in his steps, turned around and slapped him across the face!
"Shut your lousy mouth, keep yelling about big things, and don't cause trouble for the boss."

Huang Mao touched his red face and muttered:

"I'm afraid, the patrolman is not one of our own..." Jian Fusheng's eyes became colder and colder as he watched the pickup truck go away.

According to Jian Fusheng's original thoughts, he didn't want to kill anyone.

When Jian Fusheng was in high school, Boss Zhou was not so powerful, and he didn't dare to do bad things so blatantly. He was at best a nouveau riche who was lending money.

So in his opinion, all he had to do was break the legs of Boss Zhou and his men and vent his anger on his father, and that would be the end of it.

But after meeting Boss Zhou's men today, Jian Fusheng had already changed his mind.

As long as the boss is alive this week, there are still many people in the dozens of miles around Nanrong Town who will be brutally ravaged and die in mysterious circumstances.

If Jian Fusheng spared his life and he discovered his identity, he would definitely take revenge on his parents in the village by any means necessary.

As the saying goes, all evil must be eradicated, and the boss's fate will be decided this week!

As for whether Brother Kun can cover himself or not, it is no longer within the scope of Jian Fusheng's consideration.

This is the Ming Dynasty, not China. Since he, Jian Fusheng, has become otherworldly, he should be happy with his grudges!
But in this case, there is no need to rush, and you need to plan carefully before taking action.

At this moment, the roller shutter in the middle of the triple garage next to the main entrance slowly rose.

A red convertible sports car drove out of the garage. Sitting in the driver's seat was an old man with a fat head and big ears, and his chin reached to his chest. A burly muscular man followed beside him.

A gust of wind blew, and the old man's shiny middle parted head stood upright, and the fat on his face trembled slightly in the wind.

A sneeze!

After sneezing, the old man slowly raised the hard top of the convertible, and the reflective glass gradually blocked the side of his face.

"Is it him?" Jian Fusheng asked.

Wuzi gritted his teeth and a few words popped out from the gaps in his mouth:

"That's right! It's that old bastard!"

Looking at the sports car going away, Jian Fusheng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Patting Wu Zi on the shoulder, Jian Fusheng said:
"Let's go back to town and have something to eat first! I changed my mind. You have to stay with me for a few more days and help me find out the news. I want to catch all these people!"

……

Time passed and it was already the third day that Jian Fusheng came to Nanrong Town.

For three days, Jian Fusheng and Wu Zi acted separately. Jian Fusheng watched outside the Zhou family compound in the morning and evening. Wu Zi inquired about news in the town, and finally found out the daily routine of Boss Zhou and his men.

Brother Scar and Baldhead are the main ones asking for loan sharks. They will bring more helpers when they encounter villages with a larger population.

The swarthy man, known as Heizhu, and Huang Mao are a pair, and are mainly responsible for collecting rent. Most of the shops and factories in this town belong to the Zhou family.

In addition to these four, Boss Zhou also has a team of thugs, but they are usually in the county, protecting the restaurant and singing room opened by Boss Zhou, and rarely come to the town.

As for Boss Zhou personally, he is a divorced bachelor.

His ex-wife divorced him early because she was not angry with him for his evil deeds.

With two stinky money in hand, Boss Zhou didn't marry again. With so many girls in his karaoke room, wouldn't it be a loss to find a wife?

Because the main business was in the town, Boss Zhou did not live in the county for a long time. Instead, he lived a life of running back and forth, four days a week in the town and three days in the county.

The day before yesterday, Boss Zhou drove out in his sports car to promote his business in the county.

However, Boss Zhou will always take his bodyguard - Han Huyuan with him when he goes back and forth!

And Han Huyuan is said to be a martial arts practitioner. Not only is he good at martial arts, he is also good with a gun.

After finding out the whereabouts of Boss Zhou and others, Jian Fusheng had a plan in mind.

Killing a guy like Boss Zhou with one shot is a huge advantage to him!

What Jian Fusheng wants is to make him fall into fear step by step and wait for death bit by bit in despair!
……

It's night, the moon is dark and the wind is high!
Heizhu drove a pickup truck and delivered Huang Mao to his door, cursing:
"You don't have an asshole. Go home and spend less time with girls at night. Get up early tomorrow. Let's go and raid the Yao's Supermarket. We can make some money by selling it!"

Huang Mao looked unhappy and said angrily:
"The little things I copy are not worth the money we paid in advance!"

As he spoke, Huang Mao cursed and returned home.

Heizhu lit a cigarette, held the steering wheel with one hand, and stepped on the accelerator.

The pickup truck had just bumped a few steps when a figure stopped in front of the car and waved at the black pillar in the car!
The dim car lights illuminated the figure's face, a well-dressed, clean-faced young man.

Heizhu stepped on the brakes, rolled down the window and cursed:

"Where did you come from, you beast, you're looking for death!"

Jian Fusheng trotted to the car window and said anxiously:

"Brother, I'm coming back from out of town to visit relatives. It's hard to get a taxi in this town at night. Can you take me to Yifeng Village?"

"Ahem!" Brother Scar vomited a mouthful of phlegm, spit it at Jian Fusheng, and cursed:
"Go away you old gun! I don't have time!"

Jian Fusheng turned sideways to avoid the phlegm and said with a smile on his face:

"Brother, if it's convenient, I'll give you 200 yuan!"

Heizhu's ears twitched and he looked Jian Fusheng up and down. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and made a five!
After pretending to be embarrassed for a moment, Jian Fusheng gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay! Five hundred is five hundred!"

The pickup truck swayed far away, bumping on the cracked asphalt road.

Heizhu tried while driving the car:

"Boy, are you from the city?"

Jian Fusheng nodded:

"Yes, I went to work in the city and earned some money. I didn't go back to get married during the Spring Festival. I asked for leave and came back. Please respect our parents!"

Heizhu gave Jian Fusheng a thumbs up:

"Awesome!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heizhu made a sharp turn and turned into a small mountain road next to the asphalt road.

The headlights illuminated the dark woods ahead.

Jian Fusheng pretended to be puzzled:

"Brother, you seem to have gone the wrong way?"

Heizhu grinned:
"Shortcut!"

After driving for a while in the woods, Heizhu suddenly stopped the car and said to Jian Fusheng:
"Wait a minute, I'll get out of the car and pee!"

After pushing the door and getting out of the car, Heizhu opened the back door and pulled out a machete from under the back seat like lightning!

Holding the hood of the pickup truck with one hand, Heizhu rolled directly out of the passenger door, shaking the machete in his hand and said:
"Get off!"

With that said, he opened the car door!
The lights in the car fell like gauze, illuminating Jian Fusheng's harmless smile.

Holding the imitation Gluck 18 in one hand, Jian Fusheng pointed at Heizhu's head and smiled softly:
"boom!"

(End of this chapter)