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Zhong Kui's Diary
The leader, the Red-Haired Youth, opened his mouth and spoke in dialect, something vaguely about looking for death. I exchanged glances with Fatty and Noodles, stunned for a moment. I cleared my throat and scratched my head, "Uh, can someone translate? What is this guy saying?"
The Red-Haired Youth was furious and launched into another series of dialect phrases. This time, a Rooster-Headed Youth nearby translated: "Our boss says if you don’t want to die, you should obediently go back and buy those two phones!"
The other three youths sneered coldly, arms crossed over their chests, while the salesperson and the Ticket Seller peered from behind, looking gleeful.
"We actually want to die!" Fatty said with a grin. "Thanks for the help."
The four thugs were momentarily stunned, seemingly at a loss for what to do. I could tell these guys were clearly new to this life and had never seen much of the world.
"Hey, at this point, you should be furious and ready to throw punches!" I leaned closer to the Red-Haired Youth, offering a friendly reminder.
Upon hearing this, the Red-Haired Youth's face turned red and pale as he glanced at the other three. They all stared blankly at him, and he gritted his teeth before shouting and throwing a punch at my head.
Honestly, I had never seen such poor Kung Fu from a thug. The punch was weak and off-target; frankly speaking, if I lay down and let him hit me all night, if I woke up even once it would mean I had misjudged him. Tsk tsk, even the strength of the health treatment ladies was greater than his.
I really didn’t want to hurt his pride, but there was no choice. With a wave of my hand, I slapped him away like swatting a mosquito. With a loud 'smack,' the Red-Haired Youth fell to the ground.
The other three youths snapped out of their daze and shouted as they rushed forward, only to be kicked down by Fatty one after another, wailing in pain.
"Is this how you guys come out to play? Go back and learn some sports from your language teacher!" Fatty laughed heartily, slapping his thigh without any semblance of decorum.
Just as I was about to signal Fatty to leave, I noticed that the Ticket Seller had shrunk into a corner of the hall while the salesperson was on the phone, nodding occasionally. When she saw me looking at her, her expression changed as she hung up. Yo Xue, calling for backup? I immediately called Fatty back into the hall and gestured at the salesperson: "Get me two of those Apple Phones!"
The salesperson nervously handed me the demo model from behind the counter: "There’s only one of this kind left!"
"Then get me something similar!" I casually found a high stool to sit on and took out Fatty's water-damaged phone from my Spatial Bag along with this Apple phone and handed them to Fatty: "This is yours."
Fatty was busy swapping SIM cards while the salesperson bent down searching for another phone. As she did so, she inadvertently revealed quite a bit of her assets. Tsk tsk, what a pair of large rabbits. Fortunately, Fatty didn’t see this; otherwise, he would definitely hold a grudge forever—why not turn enemies into friends... Soon enough, that salesperson found another phone for me: "This is Three Stars! It’s made by the same manufacturer as Apple; the functions are similar and it costs 699 yuan."
I took out my SIM card and inserted it. When I powered it on, loud music blared out—at least it had decent sound quality. After reaching the standby screen, I selected the calculator function and pulled out 1,300 yuan from my wallet: "It totals 1,298 yuan; here’s 1,300. You need to give me two yuan change—no coins. Oh right, remember to give me an invoice with a scratch-off prize."
The salesperson complied meekly with my requests. I glanced at those four thugs by the door and wondered why backup hadn’t arrived yet since that salesperson had called for help.
Actually, I'm not someone who thrives on chaos; I just suddenly thought that there might be some force behind this Mobile Store. I considered finding out who was in charge through this method so that I could inform them about how gangs like Iron Blood Gang and Lion's Hall crumbled apart. They needed to know that someone was stirring trouble and they shouldn't fall for it again.
Of course, something like the Golden Puppet is unacceptable; it would cause a huge uproar. Three hundred dolls made entirely of pure gold would drive any faction crazy.
By the way, how did Li Yunfan and the others extract this gold? It seems there are no gold refining facilities in that Print Shop. Although I don't know the steps involved in gold refining, a Ball Mill is definitely needed to grind the ore into slurry.
Forget it, I shook my head and looked outside.
Three of the four thugs outside had already stood up, with only the Red-Haired Youth I had knocked down still lying on the ground, groaning. This surprised me a bit; come on, I just slapped you once, you don't need to lie there for so long, do you?
Time passed slowly. I wanted to call Lou Wei but thought about the sales staff and other bystanders around. It was better not to let her know about such a shocking incident. If she found out, her husband might learn about it too; if her husband knew, then the people he supported might find out; if they knew, then her sisters at Health Treatment would surely know; and if those sisters knew, undoubtedly everyone in Sun City would know.
Fatty had finished scratching off his lottery tickets but didn’t win anything. He insisted that the tickets were fake and demanded the sales staff bring him more. At that moment, the sales staff suddenly became assertive and argued with Fatty about how legitimate the tickets were. The argument escalated, with the sales staff speaking passionately, mixing Mandarin with dialects, leaving Fatty dumbfounded. Finally, the sales staff sneered, “You didn’t leave earlier; now it’s probably too late!”
I didn’t need to ask what she meant because a group of over ten young men charged in from outside, each wielding machetes and steel pipes. Thankfully it was daytime; no one dared to openly use firearms.
Seeing this group of pale-faced and frail-looking youths, Fatty and I exchanged glances and saw a hint of amusement in each other's eyes. Damn it, could this gang be composed entirely of the leftover weaklings from all the gangs? These ten or so people looked like drug addicts; I suspected that even a strong gust of wind could wipe out their entire gang.
Fatty shook his head at the sales staff: “I find it strange that a gang like yours hasn’t been wiped out yet; it’s truly a miracle.”
The sales staff fell silent and retreated to a corner, standing next to the Ticket Seller with a glint in her eyes.
Someone outside helped the Red-Haired Youth up, and then a young man wearing a director's hat and plaid suspenders walked in. His appearance had an artistic flair. The Artistic Youth glanced at me and Fatty, seemingly deciding I was the boss. He approached me and said, “Friend, looking for a place to have some fun?”
“What fun? Are you the leader of this gang?” I replied arrogantly, as if I were a Muscular Man sitting among kindergarten kids without any worries.
The Artistic Youth shook his head: “I’m not.”
“Then who is your boss? I have something to discuss with him or you can call him right now.” I waved my hand dismissively.
The Artistic Youth rolled his eyes: “Our boss is working out at Dragon Wave Gym right now. No one takes their phone while exercising, right? How about you come with us?”
Glancing at this group of youths and feeling they posed no threat to us, I nodded and followed the Artistic Youth outside. Once we reached outside, he asked me to wait for a moment while he whispered something to his group before helping the Red-Haired Youth over to the roadside where they hailed a taxi. The Artistic Youth leaned into the car and waved for us to get in.
When Fatty was around, I usually didn’t take the front passenger seat; for ordinary Fatty, that seat was like a welfare benefit. Once inside the car, I saw the Red-Haired Youth slumped against the other door looking half-dead. My disdain grew even more; how could someone with such a physique be out here trying to mix with us? Don’t embarrass our Mafia!
The car turned down two streets before stopping in front of a five-story building. The Artistic Youth helped the Red-Haired Youth out of the car and turned back to me with a smile: “Brother, money is tight lately; could you cover the fare?”
Damn! Is there any point in you still being alive?
After getting off the car, I followed the two of them up to the second floor. A pair of glass doors appeared in front of us, adorned with two cartoon characters. On the left was a man boxing, and on the right was a woman doing yoga. Above the glass doors was a raised rolling shutter, and above that was a printed lightbox that read: Dragon Wave Gym.
I pushed open the door, and Artistic Youth greeted us at the entrance. As we walked in, we noticed it was quite empty inside, with only one figure in the corner of the hall hitting a punching bag. It seemed that this person was their leader.
We walked towards the person hitting the punching bag. Behind us, we heard the sound of the rolling shutter, seemingly Artistic Youth lowering it. We didn't pay much attention; after all, what could these two disabled youths do to us? Yes, in my eyes, those two young men behind me were disabled.
As we got closer, the person hitting the punching bag stopped and turned around. Upon seeing him, both Fatty and I were taken aback.
It was actually Gu Quan.
"How could it be you?" I exclaimed loudly.
"Just a few familiar faces; no need to be so surprised!" Gu Quan said with a smile as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel around his neck.
"Familiar faces? What do you mean?" I assumed a defensive posture, my expression wary.
Gu Quan casually gestured with his chin behind me. I turned around to see that Artistic Youth and Red-Haired Youth had somehow transformed into Wang Chuan and Autumn Red Flag, both wearing mischievous smiles and waving at us: "Hi!"
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