"I’ve heard that without your vital organ, you can’t reincarnate after death, or you’ll be reborn as an animal and suffer a lifeti of tornt!"
Yang Cheng gave a cold smile, looking down at the bald man.
"You folks rob people in this place, you’ve probably killed quite a few, right? This is your karma."
The bald man trembled all over, looking at him as if he were seeing a demon.
"Hurry up! Or I’ll kill you!"
He suddenly shouted, scaring the bald man into trembling again.
To stay alive, the bald man could only grit his teeth and walk over, first pulling the dagger out of the pockmarked man’s body and cutting off his vital organ.
The bloody thing fell to the ground, and he couldn’t help but gag. Then he forced himself to deal with the remaining ones, suppressing his nausea.
His movents were too slow, and Yang Cheng gradually lost patience, saying slowly, "Enough, no need to cut anymore."
The bald man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the torture was finally over, but then he heard the devil’s whisper in his ear: "Eat all this filth!"
"Urgh..."
The bald man gagged, fear all over his face.
Even for soone as cruel as him, hearing Yang Cheng’s words made him feel Yang Cheng was too vicious.
Yang Cheng considered himself usually sunny, kind, and handso, but facing these heartless people, he had to be a bit ruthless.
Looking at the pile of rotten flesh, the bald man ultimately couldn’t bring himself to do it, and he knelt in front of Yang Cheng, sobbing.
"I haven’t killed anyone, just seeking money. I’ve done everything you said, give a chance to reform. I’ll give you all my savings!"
Bang bang!
Saying this, he frantically kowtowed to Yang Cheng, hoping to arouse a bit of pity and let him go.
Letting him go was absolutely impossible!
Keeping such a dangerous person around is irresponsible to the innocent.
Yang Cheng no longer wasted ti, flicking out two Silver Needles, stabbing directly through his heart.
He fell to the ground with a thud, eyes filled with unwillingness and regret, mouth overflowing with painful whimpers.
"He deserved to die!"
Yang Cheng dropped a remark, filled the car with gas, and turned away from this trouble-filled place.
In the short term, no one would co to this area, and even if they did, no one would care about these people’s life and death, all thinking it was a dispute over spoils leading to a fight.
Throughout the journey, Uncle Pan remained silent. You couldn’t bla the old man for being ignorant; seeing Yang Cheng’s thods scared him into speechlessness.
"Uncle Pan, is it necessary to be so afraid of ? I’m only harsh to enemies, very easygoing with my people."
Yang Cheng smiled slightly, showing off his white teeth.
Uncle Pan tugged at the corner of his mouth, struggling to squeeze out a smile, "I... I know you’re a good person, why else would you treat the villagers for free."
His mind was racing, hoping he hadn’t offended the kid before.
Seeing him break into a cold sweat, Yang Cheng felt like he was bullying an old man, so he kept silent, speeding to the city center quickly.
Luochuan City was originally sparsely populated. Yang Cheng parked the car at the mall’s entrance and took Uncle Pan inside.
Previously, Uncle Pan used to shop at small supermarkets or wholesale markets because the prices were cheap there. It was his first ti visiting a mall, making him appear very uneasy.
"Don’t be nervous, just say whatever you like, I’ll pay for it."
Yang Cheng thought the old man was a bit pitiful, reminded of his deceased grandfather.
"No need, I don’t want clothes. Later I’ll just buy so food to improve my als."
Uncle Pan chuckled, feeling satisfied with just eating so at.
"After the mall, I’ll first take you for a al, then go buy at at the market."
Yang Cheng knew he was surely still reminiscing about the last restaurant al. Fortunately, he had been in the village for the past days, eating very bland food, needing to buy more dishes to take back.
Finishing his words, he walked into a store directly, while Uncle Pan, about to follow, was stopped by a clerk.
"Old man, this is not a place you can enter, you’re filthy, don’t dirty our clothes."
The clerk was a sharp-tongued woman in her forties, pinching her nose disdainfully.
Uncle Pan looked embarrassed, having already worn his cleanest clothes to the city, yet still being despised.
"I’m buying clothes for him, if you don’t let him in, how am I supposed to buy?"
Yang Cheng frowned unpleasantly, glaring at the sharp-tongued woman.
The woman raised her head, sneering, "Even if he ca in, he can’t try on the clothes. If he dirties them, can you afford it? Besides, if you sincerely want to buy, just pick one and pay, no need to let the old man in to disgust us."
Upon those words, Uncle Pan felt utterly embarrassed, murmuring, "Let’s... go sowhere else."
"Hah! With you looking like that, which store would entertain you?"
The woman sneered coldly, her arrogance on full display.
Uncle Pan wasn’t dirty; his clothes were just faded from washing, a clear sign of a poor person.
"Snobbish dog!"
Yang Cheng dropped a line and walked away.
"Hey! How dare you curse! Stay right there!"
The sharp-tongued woman scread, enraged.
Yang Cheng didn’t bother with her snobbery, pulling Uncle Pan to the next store, asking if he could bring Uncle Pan inside.
This ti, they were greeted by a young woman in her twenties, who smiled and said, "Of course, please follow ."
The young woman showed no impatience, softly inquiring who Yang Cheng intended to buy clothes for, then recomnded so outfits.
Yang Cheng nodded in satisfaction; this girl wasn’t snobbish and recomnded suitable clothes for Uncle Pan at moderate prices.
"Is your boss around?"
He suddenly asked.
The clerk felt sowhat anxious, asking, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"
"Not at all, just want to discuss so business with him; don’t worry, you’ll get your share of benefits."
Yang Cheng smiled warmly.
The clerk, still slightly uneasy, turned away to call the boss.
Shortly afterward, a middle-aged man ca out, beaming, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"The quality of the clothes in your store is good. I’d like to order three hundred sets, half n’s and half won’s."
Yang Cheng checked the registry given by Yun Chan, and there were just over two hundred people in Hidden Cloud Village. Three hundred sets were enough for all of them; the rest would stay with Yun Chan for rewarding whoever behaved well or sell to them at a low price.
Later, he planned to check out the children’s clothing store, getting new outfits for the village kids.
"Three hundred sets? Sir, you’re not joking, are you?"
The shop owner was dumbfounded. There had been orders for corporate clothing, but due to his store’s expensive prices, they seldom exceeded dozens of sets, let alone hundreds.
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