Chapter Nine: Gun Head

  "Alright, since Boss Chi is being straightforward, this matter is settled then."

  Upon hearing Hao's words, the Sun brothers were overjoyed. In their eyes, Qin Feng and his sister were just a pair of vagrants, so even if they went missing, no one would pay attention, let alone report it to the police. The two thousand yuan was essentially free money.

  "Boss Li, tomorrow we can bring the person over, but this money..."

  Sun Lao Er's eyes were fixed on the stack of money in Hao Lao Da's hand, and he said hesitantly: "If Boss Chi is willing to trust us, shouldn't we get some deposit first?"

  Just now that wine didn't drink to one's heart's content, Sun Lao Er thought to go back and celebrate with Big Brother again, but was short of money, could only set his mind on Hao Lao Da.

  "No problem, consider this one thousand yuan as a deposit, Brother Sun please keep it safe."

  Hao Lao Da smiled generously, divided the stack of money into two portions and handed them over to Sun Lao Da. However, his hand holding the money did not let go, saying: "Sun Dage, tomorrow we want to go with you to take a look at those two kids, do you think it's okay?"

  Just now after listening to Sun Lao Er's introduction, Hao Lao Da knew that the brother and sister lived separately, and their residence was also very remote, which made him have the idea of going there directly.

  After all, they are now living in a hostel, with many people and miscellaneous eyes. If the Sun brothers deceive those two to come here, something unexpected may happen.

  "Let's go there tomorrow at noon, usually both kids are there during that time."

  Just by moving his lips, he earned 2000 yuan, and Sun Lao Da was overjoyed. He had originally planned to use the excuse of selling scrap goods to cheat the brother and sister, but since Old Master Chi wanted to go personally, it saved them both the trouble.

  "Brother, 2000 is a bit too much, isn't it?"

  After the Sun brothers left, Qi Baoyu said with some dissatisfaction: With the character of these two brothers, giving them a thousand yuan would make them happy and excited.

  "Not much, Second Brother, you should have a longer-term vision."

  Hao Lao Da shook his head and said, "This place is too far from our home, it's not good to lose the kids, who knows when we might need these two people again. Let's give them a little sweetness to taste first."

  In the past two years, Hao Lao Da has gradually controlled the begging business in his city and surrounding cities. The number of little beggars under him is increasingly insufficient, and if he wants to continue developing further, he must control more children.

  Marx once said: Capital if there is a 50% profit, it will take risks, if there is a 100% profit, it dares to trample on all human laws, if there is a 300% profit, it dares to commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged.

  Although Hao Lao Da did not know the words spoken by Marx, he knew that a mere 2,000 yuan was insignificant compared to the benefits created by a beggar.

  Normally, in some good locations, a beggar can get one or two hundred yuan a day. If it's a disabled person, this number can even be doubled. So, Old Hao is still willing to pay for this.

  "Second brother, don't go tomorrow, buy a return ticket home and wait for us at the station."

  Hao Lao Da thought for a moment and then looked at the person beside Qi Bao Yu, saying: "Lao Qi, if the Sun brothers are playing some trick, when the time comes..."

  As he spoke, Hao Lao Da made a throat-cutting gesture on his neck. The young man who had been drinking with his head down all along raised his head, responded with a "yes", and then lowered his head again.

  Hao Lao Da is actually a Northeasterner, who went south with the tide of migrant workers in the early 1980s. After working hard for two years, he met an old man, this old man, which changed Hao Lao Da's life trajectory upside down.

  That old man was a real veteran of the underworld, controlling a beggar gang before liberation. After reform and opening up in the south, he immediately sensed an opportunity and came to the coastal city to resume his old business.

  The old man was getting older and many things were beyond his power, so he took an apprentice and passed on various Jianghu skills to Hao Lao Da.

  The old man didn't expect that Hao Lao Da would be even more ruthless, he was dissatisfied with the little money the healthy children begged for, and actually broke the legs of several children, which also led to a conflict between the two masters.

  The final result was that Hao Lao Da put anesthetic in the master's wine, and when the master fell asleep, he used a pillow to suffocate him to death. The most ironic thing is that the formula of the anesthetic was personally passed on by the old man to Hao Lao Da.

  After Lao Tou's death, Hao Lao Da completely controlled those beggars and started his road to wealth through evil means.

  The old seven ordered by Hao Lao Da just now, named Zhang Jun Long, is the nephew of Hao Lao Da. Due to his poor family background, Zhang Jun Long joined his uncle at the age of 18.

  After several years, Zhang Junlong, who was ruthless and had some skills, became the most powerful fighter under Hao Lao Da.

  The disabled beggars controlled by Hao Lao Da, eight or nine out of ten were under the control of Zhang Junlong. As soon as they heard Zhang Junlong's name, they would all be frightened and tremble with fear.

  "Yes, boss, you can rest assured."

  Including Liu Zi and Qi Baoyu, no one knows the relationship between Zhang Junlong and Hao Lao Da, so in front of people, Zhang Junlong has always been called Lao Da.

  After the arrangement, everyone went busy, wanting to take the two children on the train was also a troublesome thing, but Hao Lao Da had already had an idea, and wanted to find a pharmacy to configure the Mongolian sweat medicine transmitted by the master.

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  "Zǐ Mò, take care on your journey, I will miss you!"

  Today is the day when the Liu family sets off to return to Taiwan. In the Liu family's large courtyard, Qin Feng is seeing off his only friend in this world.

  "Afeng, you'd better be careful yourself, Grandpa doesn't easily give people fortune-telling, what he says is usually quite accurate."

  Liu Zimo looked at Qin Feng, a worried expression on his face. He knew that Qin Feng, who usually didn't speak much and appeared to be gentle, actually had a devil hidden inside him.

  Liu Zimo personally witnessed Qin Feng breaking the right leg of a child three or four years older than him after being scolded by a group of students for his parents, and intimidating the child into not daring to tell the truth, and only saying that he broke his leg when he got home.

  "Zi Mo, don't worry, I'll be back soon. When the time comes, we can go catch frogs together."

  Qin Feng laughed upon hearing the words. He never believed in those ghostly and divine things, although he respected Old Man Liu very much, Qin Feng still thought what he said was nonsense.

  "Hey kid, wait up."

  Looking at Qin Feng's nonchalant appearance, Liu Zimo stomped his foot and pulled Qin Feng into his own room. Then he dug out a flat wooden box from under the bed.

  "Ah Feng, take this thing. You usually don't cause trouble, but if something really happens, use it to protect yourself." After touching the box, Liu Zimo's face showed a hint of reluctance, but in the end he still handed it over to Qin Feng.

  "What is this? Oh, it's so heavy!"

  The box was only ten centimeters wide and about forty centimeters long, looking light and airy, but when Qin Feng took the wooden box, it felt heavy in his hand, and he almost dropped it to the ground.

  "This is a gun head made by Grandfather, imitating the divine gun of his master, using only the best materials, and there are only three in total. This one was passed down to me by Grandfather."

  Liu Zimo took the box from Qin Feng's hand and opened it, revealing a thirty-centimeter-long gun barrel that shone with a dazzling cold light in front of Qin Feng.

  The gun head is diamond-shaped, like a long dagger, with a high spine and thin blade, and the tip of the gun head is sharp. In the middle of the gun head, there is also a blood groove. Although there is no gun handle, this single gun head gives people an extremely dangerous feeling.

  At the root of the gun head, there is a bunch of authentic horsehair tassels made into a gun cherry. These horsehair tassels are red and when the gun cord is shaken during a bout, it can confuse the opponent and also prevent the opponent's blood from sliding down the gun handle to the palm of the hand.

  To commemorate his master, Liu Yunjiao made these three gun heads with all his might. It took him two years and nearly 300,000 yuan to manufacture just these three gun heads.

  Three knives were all made of three-layer steel, a high-end Japanese thin-film laminated steel material. The high-carbon content hard core serves as the central layer of the blade, with two sides of tempered and elastic steel that has undergone heat treatment. The final blade concentrates the characteristics of good steel, not to mention cutting iron like mud, but even a small finger-thick steel bar can be cut off in one go.

  "Zi Mo, this... I don't want this thing, it was passed down to you by Grandpa Liu."

  Qin Feng didn't know how much this gun cost, but he could tell that it was very valuable. Moreover, it was passed down from the old man to his grandson, making it extremely important to Liu Zimo.

  "I won't be able to bring it back with me, you keep it for self-defense first, and I'll return it to you when I come back."

  Liu Zimo really feared that Grandfather's proverb would come true, and before Qin Feng could decline, he closed the box and forcibly handed it to him. Although this thing was precious, it wasn't as important as a good friend's life.

  "Alright... I'll hold onto it for you then."

  Qin Feng suddenly thought of the thing that happened a few years ago, if he had practiced martial arts at that time and had this gun in his hand, perhaps his parents would not have suffered greatly.

  "That's right, huh? They're calling me, I should probably go."

  A voice came from the courtyard, it was Liu Zimo's father. Liu Zimo hastily said: "Hide this thing in your clothes, don't let my uncle and them see it, or else I'll be out of luck."

  Liu Zimo knew the significance of this gun head to the Liu family. If the elders saw it, he would probably get a good beating at least, and Qin Feng wouldn't even think about taking the gun head out of the Liu house.

  Fortunately, the weather was cold at this meeting, and Qin Feng wore a military green tattered coat. After putting the box in his arms, it didn't look out of place from the outside.