Chapter 117 Spring Grass (Subscription Request)

Poverty is often a breeding ground for filth.

This is vividly reflected in the barren land of Hongshan Lane shantytown.

Not only are there countless poor working people here, but there are also all kinds of idle thieves and gangsters, drunkards, gamblers and sex addicts who stay out all day. Late at night, they fill the Xiahe Street of Hongshan Lane like a mist mixed with poisonous miasma.

Xiahe Street is the most prosperous street in Hongshan Lane, but it is just an old cement road. It is dusty during the day and like a bustling night market at night. Hawkers appear from nowhere and display all kinds of cheap stuff like magic, from clothes, shoes, hats, stockings, bras to gas stoves, tool boxes and various controlled knives.

On both sides of the cement road, there are densely packed small restaurants, barbecue stalls, red-light hair salons, billiard rooms, game halls, and video halls with posters of Japanese AV actresses without clothes openly hung at the door. Late at night every day, there are always a few boys still in high school uniforms, wandering around the roadside with eager and obscene expressions.

To them, the video room seemed like a magical whirlpool. Finally, they would be drawn in by the boss's ambiguous call, ready to listen to and learn a thrilling physiology lesson.

Directly opposite the video room is a low, ordinary bungalow with a sign that reads "Jincui Mahjong Hall" hanging above the wooden door. There are tables placed inside the bungalow, with men and women gathered around the tables, some playing mahjong, some playing poker, and there are two tables specially for gamblers who like to play dice to place bets and have fun.

The biggest and most crowded game was at the Zhajinhua table. In addition to the dozen or so men and women squeezed next to the table, there were also three layers of people densely packed outside like dumplings.

The people on the outermost layer stood on wooden benches, waving the Great Unity and the Old Man's Head in their hands, with excited expressions, as if they could dig up gold mines here. Among the more than ten players sitting and playing inside, Chu Dapeng was one of them.

He was concentrating on playing Poker under the incandescent light, his dry face flushed with excitement, and the sweat on his back had soaked his clothes. However, his luck was very bad tonight and he lost all the more than 50 yuan he brought with him. Then he borrowed more than yuan from his gambler next to him to continue gambling, but the more he gambled, the more he lost, and the more he thought about the bet, the worse his luck became.

By 4 a.m., Chu Dapeng was penniless, and none of his fellow card players were willing to lend him money, so he threw the three cards in his hand onto the table and cursed, "Damn it! Why are the cards so bad every time? I'm not playing anymore!"

In this shabby little casino, it is not easy for winners to leave, but no one stops losers from leaving. The man who lent Chu Dapeng 50 yuan saw him leaving and said with a smile: "Brother Dapeng, remember to bring more money to play next time."

"With luck like this, there's no point in playing in the future!" Although Chu Dapeng said this, as long as he had money in hand, he would immediately rush here.

After walking out of the door cursing, Chu Dapeng ordered a Lovebird. He took the only four dollars he had and was about to go to the barbecue stall to buy some chicken legs and peanuts to go with his wine when two tall young men came towards him.

Chu Dapeng didn't care and walked over directly. When the two sides passed by each other, he didn't even have a chance to react. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his head was covered by something. When he reacted, he was about to scream, but there was a loud bang in his head, and then he heard a guy say in a cold voice: "Drag him away!"

Chu Dapeng was startled and wanted to scream, but his mouth was immediately blocked with a rag that smelled like slop, and he was dragged away like a dead dog.

Along the way, Chu Dapeng sobbed and struggled in fear, but it was useless. He didn't know how much time had passed before he was thrown to the ground with a bang. His whole body felt like it was falling apart. Then his eyes lit up, and his hood was torn off. He saw himself in a dark, cold and damp alley, with several tall men staring at him with unfriendly faces.

Chu Dapeng suddenly felt a chill in his heart and opened his mouth to yell for help, but a guy with a thorny arm in front of him punched him in the face, making him see stars. "Yell again and see?"

As the guy was speaking, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed his throat with such force that he almost suffocated. His throat gurgled, veins bulged, his eyes widened, and his vision gradually became clear. Then he could see clearly that the person standing at the back was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old. He knew him. It was Zhang Yunqi, a classmate his daughter had just met. He realized what was going on and wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word.

Time seemed endless, and Chu Dapeng didn't know how long it had been until Zhang Yunqi waved his hand and the guy let go. He immediately started coughing violently like a consumptive ghost, struggling and asking Zhang Yunqi, "You, aren't you my daughter's classmate? What are you doing?"

Zhang Yunqi stared at him expressionlessly, and suddenly slapped him. Chu Dapeng fell down and hit his head against the wall. His head was buzzing, and then he heard two cold words spit out from Zhang Yunqi's mouth: "Fuck you."

The three ferocious young men nearby pounced on him and beat and kicked him as if they had received an order.

Amid the rain of punches and kicks, Chu Dapeng protected his head with his hands and crawled on his two legs in the smelly and dirty ditch, crawling out of the alley. There was light and people there, and that was his way out!

But after he had crawled a few meters, his hair was grabbed tightly by someone, and his whole body was lifted up. The person put his knee on his stomach, and he felt his internal organs were all shattered. He fell limply to his knees in the stinky ditch. Then the person stepped on his neck again.

There was a muffled "bang" sound!
His neck seemed to be broken, and he tried to raise his head for a long time but couldn't. He plunged headfirst into the stinking ditch, and his swollen lips immediately burst into pieces when they touched the water. The pain made him cry. He begged desperately to Zhang Yunqi who was standing far away: "Yes, I'm sorry, please, please forgive me, I won't dare to do it again..."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit hard on the head. As his head was buzzing, Chu Dapeng vaguely heard Zhang Yunqi finally say, "Drag him over here."

A guy immediately bent down and grabbed Chu Dapeng's hair, dragged him to Zhang Yunqi's feet like a dead dog, and Zhang Yunqi stomped on his neck.

Chen Dapeng raised his head with difficulty, and then saw Zhang Yunqi's eyes. A chill spread out from his bones, slowly flowed to his chest, and slowly flowed to every part of his body.

His body began to shiver, it was cold!
Zhang Yunqi pulled out a handful of money and threw it at him, saying, "First, take this thousand yuan back to Chu Jian's mother and tell her you won it from playing cards. Second, from today on, if you dare to touch Chu Jian's hair again, I will chop off your head and feed it to the dogs!"

The night is like a black prison, and the stars are silent.

A ray of cold moonlight was cast from the sky, like a thin mist mixed with poisonous miasma, covering the body that was not knowing whether it was dead or alive in the stinking ditch. In the soil around the body, there were countless spring grasses, slowly growing in the darkness.

No one knew how long it had been before the figure staggered to his feet, holding onto the wall. He picked up the old men's heads that were scattered on the ground one by one, and then walked out of the long, dark alley with difficulty.

　Sorry, the update is late. I can't help it. I'm not good at writing. I'll continue writing the third update. I hope I can finish it by 3 am. If I can't finish it, please forgive me. I've tried my best. I spend every day in front of the computer typing except for eating.

　　
　
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