Cyber Daming

Eighteen-staircase slum, in a small courtyard.

He Zangjia moved a bench and sat in the empty courtyard, looking up at the dark night sky without stars, in a daze.

At this time, a man walked in quickly and said respectfully to He Zangjia: "Boss, something happened to Zhou You."

"As expected,"

He Zangjia showed a nonchalant expression and sighed leisurely, "Although this kid has suffered a lot in these years, he is still younger after all. He will still be passionate when it comes to matters that concern him."

He Zangjia had already expected something to happen to Zhou You.

Ever since he returned to the casino from that rainy night, he had been in a state of despair. Anyone who was not blind could tell that there was something on his mind.

Even the next day, Zhou You seemed to have disappeared from the world. He didn't show up at the casino and there was no one at home.

The casino, which was accustomed to having a traveling boss who presided over the overall situation, was leaderless for a while, and the miscellaneous players under his command immediately reported these abnormalities to He Zangjia.

Based on He Zangjia's thoughts, it is not difficult to guess that the young man may have encountered some changes that made him become like this.

However, based on his understanding of Zhou You's character, it was impossible for him to ask questions from Zhou You's mouth unless the other party took the initiative to speak.

So He Zangjia pretended not to know anything on the surface, and secretly sent people to follow him and pay close attention to Zhou You's every move.

He Zangjia raised his eyes and looked at the miscellaneous people under his command, "Who did he offend this time? Is it those bald donkeys from Luohan Temple?"

The man's expression became a little strange when he heard this, and he nodded and said: "The people below saw him holding a Zhike monk hostage with a gun and breaking into Luohan Temple."

"Holding Zhike Monk hostage? What kind of drama is this? The money I gave him should be enough to repay the merit he owes. Is there any need to go astray like this?"

He Zangjia looked stunned. He raised his hand and rubbed his chin. After thinking for a while, he had already guessed something.

"It looks like those damn bald donkeys are thinking of killing everyone again."

What He Zangjia calls a homeless household is not the same as a homeless household in the ordinary sense, but the level of misery is even worse.

In this kind of temple whose main business is "accumulating money", Zhike monks will divide the borrowers into different levels according to their strength and sign different contracts.

For those who have a big family or a certain social status, if they want to borrow money from Buddhism, they only need to mortgage the property in their own name.

The interest and benefits demanded are not too high, and they are still considered conscientious in comparison.

But if they are lonely people with nothing of value and want to borrow money from Buddhism, then the only way is to mortgage themselves.

In this case, the contract they signed with the temple was not only extremely rewarding, but also extremely restrictive.

The most important one is that during the period when the principal of the temple's merits has not been repaid, the right to dispose of the mortgage belongs to the temple.

To put it bluntly and simply, as long as you don't kill people, you can do whatever you want.

Therefore, temples usually use Buddhist secrets to link the brains of the collateral to the Buddhist kingdom, serving as the basis for causal calculations.

The so-called extermination usually occurs in this lowest level of contract.

The Zhike Senghui, who is responsible for collecting the merits and blessings, keeps accumulating the merits and blessings of the debtors for various reasons in order to make up for their own performance.

When the opponent is completely eaten and wiped out and becomes worthless, the debt will be handed over to the monks raised in the temple.

Whether to cut the flesh or remove the bones next depends on what valuable items are left on the debtor's body.

This kind of thing is not new in the mixed city of Chongqing. After all, the most valuable thing here is human life.

Especially the lives of the powerless poor.

"This kid has a strong temper. He actually dares to go to Luohan Temple to rob people. Is he naturally so bold, or has he lost his mind and gone crazy?"

He Zangjia frowned, his expression unusually solemn.

Zhou You must have failed, there is no doubt about this.

You must know that although this Luohan Temple is not a big Buddhist temple, it can take root in the Zhongyu District where there is a lot of money. The big trees behind it are probably leafy and deep-rooted.

Although it cannot compare with the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club in terms of scale, it is better than others because of the unity of the same spirit. Unlike the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, which has many internal factions and frequent infighting.

If these bald donkeys could be robbed of their collateral by a kid who didn't even enter the sequence, they would have been kicked out long ago.

"This matter is a bit troublesome. These bald donkeys in Luohan Temple are not easy to mess with."

However, He Zangjia also knew in his heart that he could not just sit back and watch Zhou You's head be picked off and stuffed into a pagoda to serve as the basis for computing power.

Not to mention that I was very optimistic about this young man. Just say that if Zhou You dies because of this, the only connection between him and Li Jun will be severed.

At that time, if you want to interact with this Wu Qi Dufu, you can only talk about interests, not feelings.

Based on the contact between him and Li Jun during this period, if he wants the other party to help him at a critical moment, the effect of interests is far inferior to that of feelings.

"I finally got a chance to improve my reputation. How could I let these bald donkeys cause trouble? People must be saved!"

He Zangjia had already made up his mind.

"But this time Luohan Temple has been touched by someone. I am afraid that if I want to come directly to ask for someone with a Wenpai tiger head, I will only get a bad result."

"If money is used to redeem a person, those bald donkeys who have fallen in the eyes of money will probably not refuse. But if there is no blood, the effect may not be very good."

Thinking of this, He Zangjia turned to the men beside him and said: "Go and prepare three million in cash and exchange it for a bank card."

The man was stunned, "Boss, are you going to redeem someone?"

"Zhou You is also our brother, why don't you save him?"

"It doesn't cost so much money."

"Who said I'm going to give money to those bald donkeys? This is for emergency use in case of an accident."

The man didn't know what was going on, "Emergency?"

"Go if you are told to go, what nonsense are you doing?"

He Zangjia scolded, and the man hurriedly ran out.

Just when the man was about to rush out the door, He Zangjia suddenly called out to him again.

"In an hour, go to the Peace Hotel in Hongyashan and find a man named Li Jun."

He Zangjia said solemnly: "Just say that Zhou You and I were detained by people from Luohan Temple, and ask him to come and rescue them quickly."

Although the man didn't understand what his boss meant by these words, he still responded in a muffled voice and left in a hurry.

When only He Zangjia was left in the small courtyard, he stood up with a swaying body.

"These bastards, they are really looking for death. They are trying to kill Zhou You."

He Zangjia chuckled softly and said to himself, "I have tolerated you for a long time. This time I just took the opportunity to chop off a few more heads. It is also a way for me to vent my anger for those who were killed by you."