With the addition of Ding Fan, the work on the dock, which was supposed to last until noon, finished before ten o'clock.
The dockworkers were all impressed with Ding Fan. Although he seed to be a thin and frail man, his efficiency matched that of three workers, making him an excellent worker.
The dock paid daily based on the number of bags carried, and Ding Fan thought this was very convenient as it saved a lot of trouble.
After calculating his wages, Ding Fan counted his earnings, which added up to more than three hundred dollars, while the other workers barely made over a hundred. Ding Fan earned three tis what they did.
Ding Fan stuffed the three hundred dollars and a note recording his work into his pocket. From the morning's work, he felt his muscles solidifying and impurities in his body being expelled with his sweat. The morning had not only provided him with body cultivation but also so earnings, so he was in a good mood for a while.
Leaving the dock, Ding Fan headed ho. He planned to go directly to the dicine Shop to pick up so herbs and spend the afternoon at ho practicing alchemy.
Ding Fan hadn't taken the less than ten thousand dollars he had left at ho; besides, carrying that much money on him was inconvenient, so he had to go ho to get the money first anyway.
As Ding Fan passed the nearby market, he glanced at the entrance and was relieved to see the figure of the flower girl.
However, what puzzled Ding Fan was that today, the flower girl's eyes were dull, and her face seed unusually flushed. At this mont, her movents were also clumsy as she slowly followed two young n towards a white van.
One of the youths had dyed his hair completely white, resembling a White Hair Old Man, while the other was Baldie. They clearly looked like street thugs.
Ding Fan couldn't understand why the flower girl would follow these two n. However, from her walking posture, Ding Fan sensed sothing was wrong, as she swayed left and right as if drunk.
The flower girl must have been drugged. Although Ding Fan didn't know what the drug was, it must be sothing that could control her consciousness; otherwise, why would she follow those thugs?
By then, the flower girl and the thugs had gotten into the white van. The vehicle started and quickly drove out of the market entrance.
Ding Fan couldn't delay, so he waved down a taxi. After getting in, he promptly handed a red hundred-yuan bill to the driver.
"Follow the van in front."
Ding Fan was certain the flower girl was in trouble. She had once credited Ding Fan a pot of Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass. So, for this reason alone, Ding Fan would not stand idly by if she was in trouble.
The driver, motivated by the money, didn't utter a word and quickly pressed the gas pedal to follow the van.
Not long after Ding Fan left in the taxi, Wu Min ca by and looked puzzled at his disappearing figure. She still rembered how Ding Fan had beaten up the yellow-faced woman last night, so she recognized him.
But Wu Min couldn't understand why Ding Fan had watched the flower girl intently for so long and then hurriedly followed her.
Could it be that the flower girl was his friend?
…
The taxi Ding Fan was in followed all the way and eventually entered a residential complex.
It was a complex that evidently didn't house wealthy people. When the flower girl got out of the car, she no longer seed as alert as when she got in but was supported by the two thugs.
"Brother Mouse, aren't you playing a bit too rough this ti? Rape is a cri."
"Do you think Brother Mouse is a fool? He definitely has his thods. Don't worry, we'll definitely keep this girl under our control."
"Really?"
"Relax, you won't miss out on your share…"
Ding Fan followed behind. Upon hearing the na "Mouse," he had a rough idea of what was happening. However, he did not act rashly but rely followed from a distance.
The two thugs took the flower girl to a garage door which soon opened up after being rolled up. They then supported her into the garage. Since the garage was fairly secluded, nobody noticed what was happening there.
The garage was spacious, but its interior didn't resemble a garage at all. It contained a large, white, soft bed, and around it were professional photography equipnt, light reflectors, fill lights…
Mouse was currently sitting on a sofa, fiddling with a DSLR cara. Once the thugs walked in, they pushed the flower girl onto the soft bed.
"Big brother, brought the girl to you," Bald Man entered the garage, smiling obsequiously at Mouse.
Mouse put down the cara, glanced at the flower girl sprawled on the couch, and a sinister smile crossed his lips.
"Mouse, what...what's all this about?" White Hair Old Man, his hair dyed white, looked baffled at the photography equipnt in the garage.
"Xi Zi, you don't know yet, do you? Big brother here knows how to make money. Not only do we have fun with this girl, but we can also make a fortune," Bald Man said, expertly reaching for the DV by the bed.
"Make a fortune?" White Hair Old Man was still confused.
"Geez, why are you so oblivious? Just give this girl a little sothing to eat, wait for her to get heated up, then use the DV to capture it all. Get so juicy shots, and then sell them online," explained Bald Man while fidgeting with the DV.
"Don't worry, brother, we've done this several tis already. These girls all pretend to be so innocent but just wait until they've ingested the stuff—they go crazy wanting more. Even if they wake up and run to the cops, we've got proof they did it willingly. The cops can't touch us," he added.
As Mouse spoke, he stood up and handed the cara to White Hair Old Man beside him. "When I'm having my fun, make sure to capture the good monts brother; after I've had my fill, I'll let you all have a share too."
"Thanks, Mouse!" Hearing there was sothing in it for him, White Hair Old Man imdiately brightened up with a wide grin.
"Baldie, how's the DV coming along?" Mouse turned and asked Bald Man.
"Bro, it's all set up and recording already," Bald Man replied.
Mouse nodded. "Once she feels the effects of the drug, keep the cara steady... We'll show this chick's true colors today. Damn it, if she dares to betray later, with this video alone, I can crush her."
"Don't worry, bro, it's not my first day doing this. Don't you know my skills?" Bald Man said with a laugh.
Squeak squeak...
Right at that mont, the roller shutter in the garage that had been lowered began to slowly rise, surprising Mouse and his companions. They had locked the tal chain door; there was no way soone could open the shutter from the outside without unlocking the door first.
The shutter stopped when it had opened about a ter and, at that mont, Ding Fan ducked and ca in from the outside. Then, even before Mouse and his companions could understand what was happening, Ding Fan closed the shutter once more.
The three n were sowhat baffled by Ding Fan's actions.
"Fuck! It's you." Mouse instantly recognized Ding Fan. "You've got so nerve showing up here. If Officer Huang hadn't been there the other day, I would have cut you up with my knife."
Ding Fan glanced at the flower girl on the soft bed. He had heard everything that was being discussed in the garage, and their misdeeds against won were unforgivable already—but to exploit their victims even further by making money off recordings was down right vile!
Moreover, from their conversation, Ding Fan could tell this wasn't their first ti engaging in such deeds.
Whoosh! In a swift movent, Ding Fan kicked the DV cara out of Bald Man's hands. As the cara flew away, he threw a punch, with his right hand forming a fist, driven by his twisting torso, creating a gust of wind.
Bang!
Ding Fan's powerful right punch landed heavily on Bald Man's neck. Bald Man didn't even have the chance to react; he was sent flying sideways by the force of the punch.
Thud... Bald Man crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Now, as he lay there, drooling from the mouth, his eyes rolling back, and his right leg kicking uncontrollably...
"Fuck!" White Hair Old Man was stunned. As a gangster, brawls were daily fare, but he had never seen soone strike with such ferocity and visual impact as Ding Fan.
It is often said the ek fear the bold, and the bold fear the reckless. With Ding Fan attacking so rcilessly, White Hair Old Man instantly felt a chill.
Just then, White Hair Old Man suddenly felt a shove from behind, propelling him involuntarily toward Ding Fan.
Ding Fan's right fist hamred straight into White Hair Old Man's face.
Watching Ding Fan's fist enlarge before his eyes, White Hair Old Man internally cursed Mouse behind him—no need to look to know Mouse had pushed him...
Boom!
White Hair Old Man's nose exploded under Ding Fan's punch, blood imdiately splattering everywhere. He lost consciousness instantly and collapsed.
"You... you..."
As Mouse stared at his two knocked-out henchn, he was utterly bewildered. He had not expected Ding Fan to be such a formidable fighter. Had he known this beast was so ruthless earlier, he would never have ssed with him.
"Bro! I was wrong... Please spare ," Mouse imdiately knelt down.
Seeing the size of Ding Fan's fists, Mouse knew he stood no chance.
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