Chapter 47: The Tyrant of Leiren Village

  Han Yu laughed, this Zhuo Bu Fan, temperament and age are clearly just a kid!

  "This kid, as tough as a monkey, always yelling to go to the city, to see the world, never bowed his head to anyone, who would have thought that this time he actually backed down." Old Guo chuckled and teased.

  Han Yu smiled slightly and said softly: "Brother Qing Shan doesn't need to go, just let Xiao Fan lead the way for me."

  "It's settled then." Old Guo merely thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. After witnessing Han Yu's skills, he had begun to feel sympathetic towards that Li Da Chui.

  Guo Lao saw them off at the door, whispered a few words, and then Zhuo Bufan led Han Yu to Li Dachui's home from the front.

  Li Dachui's home is the village committee of Wei Chi Village, and the village committee of Wei Chi Village is Li Dachui's home.

  The three-roomed house with green bricks and black tiles at the foot of the mountain behind is a unique building in the whole Wei Chi village.

  Zhuo Bu Fan walked up to the front, not walking through the door, but instead came to the wall side. With a burst of strength from his two legs, he single-handedly grasped the top of the wall and turned around to wave at Han Yu and the others before flipping over to the other side.

  Han Yu couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head when he saw this. This kid had a good door to walk through, yet he chose to climb over the wall - what's wrong with him?

  However, seeing the big gate closed, Zhuo Bufan had already entered the courtyard, and he could only climb over the wall with Liang Huan.

  Seven or eight young people were sitting in the courtyard smoking, playing cards, and heard a noise. Several people raised their heads. As soon as they saw Zhuo Bu Fan, the faces of these few people changed instantly, and they immediately jumped up from where they were.

  "Zhuo, is Zhuo extraordinary?"

  "Damn it, Zhuo's fart, said ten times a day..." A fat man leaning against Han Yu turned around with a scolding face, took one look, and immediately jumped up, taking a step back, half leaning on the table: "I'm wiping, how is this kid really?"

  As soon as the words came out, he probably realized that his actions were too embarrassing, so he quickly straightened up and glared at Zhuo Bu Fan, saying: "You little brat, why do you always climb over walls instead of using the door?"

  "Isn't it fast to climb over the wall? You can still see what you're doing." Zhuo Bu Fan walked over, picked up the peanuts on the table and started eating. The young people next to him took a few steps back, seemingly afraid of him.

  Zhuo Bu Fan didn't mind at all, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat in the fat man's previous seat.

  The middle-aged fat man looked at Han Yu and frowned: "Who are these two?"

  Zhuo Bu Fan was crunching on peanuts, without lifting his head, said: "Didn't you ask Grandfather Guo to bring someone last time? Well, I've brought him. The one in front is him."

  "Is it him?" The middle-aged fat man glanced at Han Yu and looked at Zhuo Bu Fan with a suspicious face.

  "Uh-huh."

  The middle-aged fat man looked up and down at Han Yu, let out a cold snort, just about to step forward, but suddenly seemed to remember something, hastily stopped in his tracks, and looked at Zhuo Bu Fan: "That little Fan, how has your uncle treated you usually?"

  "It's okay!" Zhuo Bu Fan replied casually while eating peanuts.

  "Haha, how can I say it, we're all from the same village. As the saying goes, 'the water of one's hometown is beautiful, and the people of one's hometown are dear.' When fellow villagers meet, their eyes get teary. In the past, your uncle might have had some shortcomings towards you, but now..." The middle-aged fat man rubbed his hands together, with a flattering smile on his face as he looked at Zhuo Bu Fan.

  Several younger brothers next to him looked at him in confusion, but Zhuo Bufan, although young, was a clever and resourceful person who knew that the other party was afraid that if he helped Han Yu later, he would get into trouble. He threw a peanut into his mouth and smiled: "You think I'll just stand by and say nothing, do nothing?"

  "Right!" The middle-aged fat man patted his thigh and laughed, "If we're talking about our village, you're the one who's late to mature. From now on, I'll let someone find a good match for you."

  "Just let me not say or move, but my two hands are empty and uncontrollable!" Zhuo Bu Fan gently patted his belly with a "I'm hungry" expression, just short of directly saying, "Get me some good food and I'll do what you say."

  The middle-aged fat man pointed to a nearby rascal and said, "Sixth son, quickly go inside and bring out two roast chickens, and also bring that good wine in a jug. If you don't let Little Fan eat until he's full and satisfied, I'll personally have you torn into five pieces by horses."

  "Huh?"

  "What's wrong? Let you go then go!" The middle-aged fat man glared and said.

  "Oh, yeah!" The young man known as Liu Zi hastily ran into the house. Since the middle-aged fat man often drank with these young people here, he always had these two things ready. Before long, two bottles of baijiu and two roasted chickens appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan.

  "Alright, Uncle Da Chui, I won't be polite then?" Zhuo Bu Fan smiled and took the roasted chicken.

  "What's the big deal? If it's not enough, let Liu Zi get some more for you! Just a few chickens, we still have the magnanimity to be generous." The middle-aged fat man patted his chest with a loud thud.

  "That's great, when I start eating, my hands don't think about anything else." Zhuo Bufan took a big bite of the roast chicken and gave Han Yu a defiant look.

  Han Yu smiled and watched from the side without any intention of stopping. Liang Huan furrowed his brow, pondering what it meant to have a heart as vast as the mountains and rivers.

  Having seen that Zhuo Bu Fan was no match for him, the middle-aged fat man felt greatly relieved. In the entire Wei Village, he feared only two and a half people; one of them was Guo Lao, whose prestige and seniority were unmatched, and he didn't dare to provoke him.

  Another one is this little kid in front of you. Zhuo Bu Fan may be young, but he's ruthless when it comes to fighting. The dozen or so young people under him have all been beaten by him at least eight or ten times, and even he himself has been beaten twice, making him not worth provoking.

  As for Guo Qing Shan, although he has superhuman strength, he doesn't like fighting, so he only counts as half.

  Apart from these two, in the entire Wei Village, he is absolutely the number one figure.

  Taking a step forward, the middle-aged fat man smiled at Han Yu and said: "Hehe, I didn't expect that little brother is also a wall gentleman. An unexpected guest has arrived, and the humble abode is truly radiant. My name is Li Da Chui, I am the village head, secretary, and village director of this village."

  Han Yu was taken aback for a moment before reacting to what the other person meant, and suddenly chuckled: "Director Li is really humorous."

  Li Da Chui smiled and said, "You're overpraising me, I'm just a frequent reader of the Spring and Autumn Annals at night. Come on, take a seat, Liu Zi, why don't you go pour some water..."

  Reading Spring and Autumn at night? If Guan Erge heard you say that, he would be so depressed that he had to change it into the Book of Songs. Han Yu heard this and couldn't help but laugh again, after a while he said: "No need to pour water, I heard from Mr. Guo that you were looking for me? Is there something going on?"

  "Ah, I heard that you're looking for someone to make knives in our village? You might not know this, but knives are controlled items in our country, they're lethal weapons. Making them privately is against the law..."

  "There's something you can say directly." Han Yu said with a light smile.

  "What's that, as the village director, I have to deal with this situation, but I also know you're doing it for our village's good, so...I'm in a dilemma..." Li Da Chun said with a smile, his chubby face twitching slightly as he puffed on a low-quality cigarette.

  "I see," Han Yu glanced at him and smiled lightly: "You want to ask me for a favor."

  Although Li Dachui's face was quite thick, he still felt a flush rise to his cheeks when Han Yu so bluntly exposed the ugliness in his heart. He said somewhat awkwardly: "If you want to understand it that way, then fine... but it would be a waste of my careful planning..."

  "Don't waste your efforts on those two words anymore, I haven't even said them yet!" Han Yu said with a light smile.

  Li Da Chui was taken aback, his face immediately turned gloomy. He spat out the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and glared at Han Yu with a fierce gaze: "You little brat, do you think I'm joking with you? Don't you know that within a hundred miles, who dares to eat alone on my Li Da Chui's turf?"

  Seven or eight young men beside him took a step forward at his words, their intimidating aura palpable.

  Li Daqiang glanced around, sneered and said: "I gave you sweet words, that was not to ruin your business. If you still don't know what's good for you, then you can forget about taking that knife out of my territory."

  "If you continue to speak so sweetly, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave today." Han Yu lightly laughed and shook his head, not caring whether the other person understood or not. The advantages of Wei Chi Village were obvious, but it was still so poor, probably half of the credit should go to this tyrannical village director.

  "Go ahead, don't kill anyone." Han Yu casually threw out a sentence to Liang Huan, then found a stool and sat down beside Zhuo Bufan.

  Liang Huan, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, immediately let out a loud roar and pounced on Li Da Chui's side, swinging the black bag in his hand and slapping it heavily on his chin.

  Li Da's 167-pound body suddenly fell onto the table beside him. Han Yu kicked his butt and landed on another leg.

  Li Da Chui's body was like a dog that had been beaten to the ground, as if his teeth had bitten into his tongue, and his mouth was full of blood foam, with a large piece of skin scraped off his chin.

  He raised his head, his eyes red as he stared at Liang Huan and said: "Son of a bitch, dare to hit me? Give me the strength to kill him!"

  Han Yu didn't think this guy would go so far, still spouting nonsense, and suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore, bursting into laughter on the table.

  Seven or eight young men beside him were stunned, but upon hearing this, they all came back to their senses and rushed towards Liang Huan in anger. Liang Huan naturally welcomed them without hesitation.

  His skills, even if placed in the Zhūyè Gang, wouldn't be surpassed by many people. Perhaps dealing with someone like Zhuō Bùfán, who has a higher innate talent and is as slippery as an eel, would be more challenging. However, handling these village thugs would be a trivial matter that can be accomplished with ease.

  He kicked it over before anyone else arrived.

  The young man didn't have time to dodge, let out a dull hum, clutched his stomach and heavily fell to the ground.

  Li Huan rushed into the crowd and was beaten up...

  Han Yu laughed and then propped up his legs, took the peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and didn't care about the scene in front of him.

  It wasn't long before those young men were knocked to the ground.

  On the other side, Li Da Chui had just stood up. He looked at his family members in the courtyard, who were all groaning and moaning in pain, and was frightened.

  "You, you all..."

  "Come on, sit down and talk." Han Yu suppressed a smile, glanced at him and nodded slightly.

  Liang Huan immediately walked over to his side, and without him opening his mouth, Li Da Chui honestly came over. He glared fiercely at Zhuo Bu Fan, swallowed hard and said: "Little brother, no, big, big brother, I just now had two eyes that were not bright enough, offended you, I..."

  "I will never again take it upon myself and interfere with your affairs..."

  Han Yu blinked and said: "Next time you block my business, it's best to discuss with me first!"

  Liang Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing, Li Da Chui was stupid but he knew his words were wrong, he quickly shut up, his old face slightly red, standing there with a resentful expression.

  Zhuo didn't understand and took a look at Liang Huan, not knowing what he was laughing about.

  Han Yu smiled and waved his hand, nodding slightly. Liang Huan immediately picked up the black bag he had just used to hit Li Da Chui, took out two bundles of money from it, and placed them in front of Han Yu.

  Han Yu smiled and said: "Take another 30,000."

  Liang Huan hurriedly took out three bundles of money from his bag and put them aside. Li Da Chui, who was standing next to him, stared blankly at the black bag in Liang Huan's hand, a smug smile gradually spreading across his face: "Damn, no wonder I can be the director, we were actually knocked down by money just now? This life is also the most inexplicable in the entire Wei Chi village?"

  I'm calling out to the flowers...