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Another shorter and fatter guy also echoed: "Yes, Mr. Hu, this guy looks easy to deal with. Let's go and get his money back for you. Just wait and count the money."

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With that said, the two gangsters couldn't wait to chase in the direction where Banggeng had left. Their steps were quick and fast, as if they had already seen the beautiful scene of the thirty yuan being put into their pockets.

But Goatee stood there, with his hands behind his back, and that sinister smile still on his face, thinking to himself: Huh, this kid still wants to take thirty yuan from me easily, it's not that easy.

When those two bastards get the money back, I can make a small profit again. Then, he slowly turned around, admiring the antique porcelain vase he just got, while waiting for the good news from those two bastards.

Banggeng walked happily with the thirty yuan in his arms, thinking about how to spend this "huge sum" of money in his mind.

"With these thirty yuan, I have to buy new clothes first. My clothes have a lot of holes in them and are patched up. They should have been replaced a long time ago." Banggeng thought happily as he walked.

As I sat there, I seemed to have seen myself wearing brand new clothes, strolling in the alley, and other people looking at me with envy.

"I also need to buy a new pair of shoes. My toes are exposed in these shoes, which makes me panic when I walk on the road..." Banggeng became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his steps became brisk.

But he never expected that danger would come quietly not long after leaving the black market. Suddenly, two gangsters rushed out from the darkness and blocked his way.

One of the tall and thin bastards had a fierce look on his face. He glared and yelled at Banggeng: "Boy, if you have any sense, hand over the money you just got, otherwise you will look good today!"

Another shorter and fatter guy also echoed, shaking the wooden stick in his hand, and said viciously: "Humph, don't even think about resisting, just hand over the money, and we can save you some pain."

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Banggeng was startled by this sudden situation. He subconsciously hugged the pocket with money in his arms and stepped back a few steps. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "You...

What do you want to do? This is my own money, why should I give it to you!"

The tall and thin gangster sneered: "Humph, there is no money for you or mine around this black market. What we like is ours. If you don't drink a toast and you are fined, don't blame us for being rude!"

"As he spoke, he took a few steps closer to Banggeng, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he was going to take action as long as Banggeng made another word of resistance.

Bangge was a little scared. He knew that these two gangsters were not easy to deal with, but the thirty yuan was too important to him, and he was really unwilling to just hand it over. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

, hoping to find a chance to escape

At this critical moment, a figure passed by in the distance. As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Help! Help!"

When the passerby heard the shouting, his steps suddenly stopped, and he was obviously stunned. He cast his eyes here, and when he saw two gangsters with fierce faces and the blocked stick, his face changed instantly.

He turned pale. A flash of fear flashed in the man's eyes. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away as fast as if some wild beast was chasing him.

When the two gangsters saw this, they were immediately furious. The tall and thin gangster cursed and yelled: "Damn it, I made you scream, I have to deal with you today!" As he said that, he was like a crazy beast, heading towards him.

He rushed over with Banggeng and reached out to grab the pocket containing money in Banggeng's arms.

Banggeng was also driven into panic at this moment. He suddenly panicked, clenched his fists, and used all his strength to punch the tall and thin bastard in the face. With a "bang" sound, this punch

It hit the gangster hard in the face.

The tall and thin bastard was hit so hard by the punch that he covered his face, staggered back a few steps, and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit. "Ah, you little bastard, how dare you hit me?"

Me!" He roared, his eyes full of anger, "Brothers, go ahead and beat him to death!"

The short, fat bastard also rushed up. He waved the wooden stick in his hand and hit Banggeng hard on the leg. Banggeng wanted to dodge, but he was still a step too slow, and the wooden stick hit him hard.

On his calf. "Ah!" Banggeng screamed, and there was a sharp pain in his leg. He tilted his body and almost fell to the ground.

"Huh, let's see if you dare to fight back!" The short, fat bastard smiled proudly and raised the wooden stick again to prepare to continue the attack.

Bangge endured the pain, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bad guys, I will fight with you!" He rushed towards the short and fat bastard, trying to hug him to prevent him from continuing to attack. The two of them suddenly

They struggled together and rolled into a ball on the ground.

After the tall and skinny bastard regained his composure, he also joined the fighting group. He kicked Banggeng's back several times and cursed: "I made you disobedient and made you resist. I won't do it today."

Hand over the money and I’ll beat you half to death!”

Banggeng was kicked so hard that his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. But he didn't let go, hugging the short fat bastard tightly, and kept shouting.

: "Don't try to take away my money, it's mine!"

The short, fat bastard was a little out of breath being hugged by Bang Gong. He hit Bang Gong on the back with a wooden stick and tried to break free. "Let me go, you lunatic!"

BangGeng felt that his body was about to fall apart under the punches and kicks of the two gangsters. Every heavy blow was like a hammer hitting his body, and the heartbreaking pain made him almost unable to breathe. His vision began to change.

He was fuzzy and his consciousness was a little erratic, but his hands still subconsciously held the money in his arms tightly.

However, as the attacks became more and more fierce, Bangge gradually felt that his physical strength was losing rapidly, and the pain in his body had exceeded the limit he could bear. He knew that if he persisted like this, he might be killed by these two bastards

Killed here.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't... don't fight... I... I'll give you the money..." Bangge shouted feebly, his voice full of helplessness and despair.

When the two gangsters heard this, they stopped. The tall and thin gangster gasped and said viciously: "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier? You have to be beaten to feel comfortable, right?"

With trembling hands, Banggeng took out the thirty yuan that he guarded with his life from his arms. His eyes were full of unwillingness. The thirty yuan that was originally full of hope had now become his disaster.

The short, fat bastard grabbed the money and showed a proud smile on his face: "Humph, this is more or less the same."

But the two gangsters didn't seem to be relieved. The tall and thin gangster stepped forward, raised his hand and slapped Banggeng's face hard several times. "Pah! Pah! Pah!" crisp slaps.

It was extremely loud in this quiet corner, and every blow made Banggian's face burn with pain, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Let you fight back, kid, and remember better in the future. Don't let us see you near the black market again!" the tall and thin bastard yelled while beating him.

After the beating, the two gangsters cursed and turned away, leaving Bang Ge lying on the ground, his body curled up into a ball, his face covered with blood and dirt, and his eyes full of tears of anger and grievance.

The courtyard was extremely quiet in the middle of the night, with only Bangge's heavy and staggering footsteps echoing in the alley. When he finally moved to the door of Jia's house, he was exhausted.

In the room, Mrs. Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were restless. They kept staring at the door, and their hearts were full of worry. This child never came home so late, so don't worry about anything happening.

"Dong dong dong", a slight knock on the door came. The two of them jumped up from their stools like frightened rabbits. Qin Huairu hurriedly ran to open the door. As soon as the door opened, dim light shone on the stick stem.

Qin Huairu's eyes suddenly widened with bloodstains and a mess on his body, and tears welled up in his eyes due to distress.

"My son, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Jia Zhang also walked over tremblingly, her voice almost crying.

Bangge leaned weakly against the door frame, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to regain his composure. Looking at the anxious eyes of his grandmother and mother, he felt a sadness in his heart, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Mother...mother...I...I originally earned thirty yuan, but...the money was taken away..." Banggeng said with a choked sob.

"What? Thirty yuan? Where did you earn the money? Why were you robbed? Come on, come into the house and say something." Jia Zhang said as she and Qin Huairu helped Banggeng into the house.

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After sitting down in the room, Banggan took a sip of water and then told the story in detail. From when Yan Jiecheng asked him to hide antiques, to when he saw through the conspiracy and went to sell antiques on the black market, to when he met Goatee and

The two bastards told everything about the money grab.

After hearing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang frowned and complained: "You stupid kid, why don't you call me when making money is such a big deal? If I were here, could those bastards take the money away? Humph, you

This is a big loss."

Qin Huairu was beside her with a look of pain. She gently stroked the wound of the stick, and her tears couldn't stop flowing: "Son, you scared me to death. Don't do this kind of thing again in the future. Money

If it’s gone, it’s gone. The most important thing is that people are fine.”

Ms. Jia Zhang was so distressed that she slapped her thighs and kept mumbling: "Thirty yuan, that's not a small amount. It's not okay to be robbed like this. You have to get your money back."

, her eyes widened and she looked at Banggeng, "Banggeng, go call the police and ask the police to arrest all the bad guys and get our money back."

When Qin Huairu heard this, she was startled and her face turned pale. She hurriedly pulled Raja Zhang's arm and said anxiously: "Mom, please don't come up with blind ideas. Calling the police can make it worse."

No way!"

Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu with a puzzled look on her face: "Why can't you do it? We are the victims. Those people robbed our money, so we have to let the police deal with them."

Qin Huairu frowned and lowered her voice and said: "Mom, don't you understand? Banggan got the money from selling antiques on the black market. Trading on the black market is illegal. If the police are called, the police will

After an investigation, Bang Gang will also be arrested, and then we will be in big trouble."

Mrs. Jia Zhang sat there, her brows furrowed deeper, her face full of annoyance and helplessness. She knew in her heart that Qin Huairu was right. If she reported this matter to the police, it would really be the end of the stick. But the thirty yuan

She was really unwilling to lose her money just like that.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Jia Zhang came back to her senses, looked at Banggeng's injuries, and said distressedly: "Banggeng, let's not worry about the money for now. Your injury needs to be dealt with quickly. If there is a red at home,

Let me put some medicine on you to prevent the wound from getting infected."

As she said that, she got up and rummaged around in the house, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find the red potion. Mrs. Jia Zhang stamped her feet anxiously: "What should we do? We don't have red potion at home."

Qin Huairu said from the side: "Mom, why don't I go buy some. I don't know if the pharmacy is still open in the middle of the night."

Jia Zhang thought for a while and waved her hand: "Don't go. It's not safe to go out in the middle of the night. You can go to the third uncle's house to borrow some red potion. He might have some."

Qin Huairu hesitated: "It's not very good to disturb the third uncle in the middle of the night, right?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang frowned: "What time has it been? Why do you care about that? The stick's injury is serious. Go quickly. Just say that we will return it after we borrow it."

Qin Huairu nodded, took a bowl and went out to the third uncle's house. The night was very quiet, and Qin Huairu's footsteps were particularly clear in the alley. She felt a little uneasy. She didn't know what the third uncle would do if she went to borrow something in the middle of the night.

Do you have any opinions?

After a while, Qin Huairu came to the door of the third uncle's house. She knocked gently and shouted in a low voice: "Third uncle, are you asleep? It's me, Qin Huairu."

The third uncle was sleeping soundly, but he was woken up by the knock on the door and Qin Huairu's shout. He felt a little impatient, so he muttered and put on his clothes.

"Who's here in the middle of the night?" The third uncle opened the door and saw Qin Huairu. He frowned slightly and said, "Qin Huairu, it's so late. What's wrong?"

Qin Huairu said with some embarrassment: "Third uncle, I'm really sorry to disturb you so late. It's like this. Banggeng is injured. We don't have red potion at home. I want to borrow some from you to wipe the wound with Banggeng."

When the third uncle heard this, he was not very happy. He was stingy to begin with, so he heard that he was here to borrow something, and the red potion was considered a rare thing at this time, so he was reluctant to lend it out.

"The red potion? It's gone. We ran out of it before and haven't had time to buy it yet." The third uncle said without changing his expression.

At this moment, the third aunt heard the noise and came out of the house. She looked at Qin Huairu's anxious look, then looked at the third uncle, and understood what was going on. The third aunt is a kind person, and she didn't

Waiting for the third uncle to say anything else, he quickly went back to the house and got the red potion.

"Qin Huairu, don't listen to him. There is red potion here. You can quickly take it to Banggeng. The child is injured and cannot delay." The third aunt said as she handed the red potion to Qin Huairu.

The third uncle was a little embarrassed next to him and snorted: "As long as you are generous, maybe we will need this red potion in the future."

The third aunt glared at him: "Stop mumbling. It's a big deal for the child to be injured. This red potion should be left alone. It's important to save people."

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