Chapter 128 The Bad Boy Who Guarded the Past

Fei Boxian opened the door and saw Yin Zhaotang and Danta, who were dressed in suits and designer clothes. A hint of envy flashed across their thin faces: "Atang, Danta, you guys are doing very well now."

Egg Tart said politely: "Brother Xian, we are here to visit you."

"Come in and sit down." Fei Boxian was wearing a white I-shaped vest, a very small size, but when it hung on his body, it still felt empty and two sizes too big.

He was so thin that his chest was sticking to his back and there was only a skeleton left on his body.

Yin Zhaotang felt deeply moved when he saw Fei Boxian limping to the dining table to pour tea and water.

This was the most prominent gang on Garden Street in the past, but before they could even make a name for themselves, they became lost in the crowd and became crippled.

The road of the world is full of ups and downs.

The saying "One general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers" is not just about Han Chen, but about every person in the martial arts world.

Egg Tart looked around the room. In the 300-square-foot unit, there was only a workbench besides a square table. On the table lay a welding gun and scattered circuit boards. Electronic parts were piled up in a mess in the corner. Only the shell of the radio sent for repair was left.

The kitchen space was demolished, and behind the bedroom's unlocked door was a bunk bed for children.

It’s not shabby at all, and it even exudes a sense of warmth.

Dan Tart asked, "Brother Xian, you can make a lot of money repairing electrical appliances, right?"

Fei Boxian put tea in an enamel cup, boiled the tea leaves with hot water, put a cup of tea in each hand on the table, and said, "Small appliances can only make a living, and large appliances can't handle it, barely supporting the family."

Dan Tart took the teacup, blew away the crumbs, and drank the dry tea.

"It's good to have a skill to make a living."

Fei Boxian patted his left leg, nodded and smiled: "Yes, besides, I am a cripple. If my father-in-law hadn't taken me in and taught me a few tricks, I would have starved to death long ago."

"Where's my sister-in-law?" asked Dan Tart.

Fei Boxian smiled bitterly: "Take Ah Zai to collect some waste outside."

"I really envy you guys. You've made it big, you all wear Rolexes, and you have followers everywhere you go."

Dan Tart was humble for once: "I just work with Brother Tang to make a living. I don't even have a job, so I can't be considered to have made a name for myself."

"Isn't it Brother Xian's name that was in the Garden Building before?"

Fei Boxian sighed: "Bad luck, I'm not destined to be a big boss."

His face was full of regret. His dream of being a martial artist at the age of fourteen was just shattered, not forgotten.

Sometimes when the repairman was repairing electrical appliances, he would often lose his mind, and the days when he was competing on the stadium would come to his mind.

Yin Zhaotang saw a few VHS tapes of gangster movies on the corner of the coffee table and found it somewhat funny that he couldn't even become a legitimate gangster, yet he was still dreaming of becoming a big boss.

"Brother Xian, if you need any help, just ask."

"We are all brothers. We will definitely help you cure your illness. Tell me if you have any other difficulties?"

When Egg Tart heard the boss speak, he quickly agreed, "Yes, Brother Xian, my boss likes to take care of the neighbors the most. Don't be afraid, just speak up."

Fei Boxian nodded, moved a stool and sat down, sighing: "Atang, I've heard people say that you've become a big shot, with two flowers and a red stick, so impressive! The idol of the bad guys in Garden Building, but I, Ah Xian, am not a beggar."

"I've lived my whole life, but I haven't made any money. I only have half my life left. But my wife and children need to eat. I want to use the remaining half of my life to exchange for 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, okay?"

Egg Tart raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy: "Brother Xian, what the hell is going on!"

"I'm here to do good deeds, not to be taken advantage of. How can I treat your illness and buy medicine for you without paying?"

Seeing that Fei Boxian didn't seem to be joking, Yin Zhaotang gave Dan Tart a look and asked him to continue.

Fei Boxian said: "My wife has a mental disability and can only pick up trash near the building, but my son is a normal person. When I die, he still needs to eat, study, and take care of his mother. He can't be without money."

"Don't worry, I've asked the doctor, as long as Brother Tang gives me medicine, I won't die so quickly from colon cancer. As long as Brother Tang gives me money and needs me to take the blame and kill people, I'm OK with that." "Although, I'm just a dying cripple, but I can still be used as a waste."

Fei Boxian spoke lightly, saying that he was very happy to have a wife and a son. How could a cripple like him despise his wife for being stupid?
Yin Zhaotang held the teacup and fell into thought. It was different from what most people imagined. In this day and age, spending two hundred thousand to buy a head to take the blame was actually a bit expensive.

The club members only need tens of thousands of dollars.

What's more, there's no guarantee that it can be used, but it's a bit hard to bargain with a dying person.

But Egg Tart said: "Brother Tang, it's not bad to raise a head."

Yin Zhaotang took a sip of tea, and for Guan Gong's sake, he nodded and said, "I appreciate the friendship between us old neighbors, so I can give you 200,000 yuan, but I will give it to you after you finish the work."

"Go get treated first."

Fei Boxian looked grateful and said profusely, "Thank you, Brother Tang. Thank you very much!"

At this time, the iron door of the unit clanged and there was a violent knock on the door. Fei Boxian wanted to go forward to check, but Hua Pi stopped him with his right hand, holding the Kaba knife at his waist. The black steel blade was specially sprayed with an anti-rust layer.

The handle is slightly curved and wrapped in circles of cowhide. It is the standard equipment of the US Marine Corps and is an imported product costing US$300.

When Hua Pi opened the iron door a crack, he saw a scoundrel with dyed yellow hair and earrings grabbing a woman's hair and yelling at the inside of the door: "You are Fei Boxian, right?"

Hua Pi frowned and looked angry when he saw the bad guy and several others grabbing women and children.

Fei Boxian came out upon hearing this, opened the door with a scream, and said in a panic, "Ali, Jinzai."

The woman was dressed in rags, with obvious signs of having been violated. The child had his hands tied, his mouth stuffed with something, and his body was covered with footprints.

Fei Boxian wanted to step forward and take his family back, but was pushed back by the yellow-haired man.

He threw a bag of plastic water bottles on the ground and shouted arrogantly: "This woman brought her child to my court to pick up bottles. She has crossed the line! Either you give me two thousand dollars, or I will take your wife to the stable to sell her for two thousand dollars, and then I will give you something in return."

"Although it's a silly girl, but the brothers have tried it and it feels great."

A few rascals followed suit and laughed.

"Hey hey hey."

Fei Boxian's face flushed with anger, and he angrily yelled, "I've already told Ah B about picking that star!"

"Ah B, what is Ah B?"

"I broke the hand of that street thug and kicked him out. Brother Xian was a gangster before. He doesn't know that you can seize territory!" The yellow-haired man took out a switchblade with a look of disdain on his face.

Ali's head was pressed against the iron gate. She was dazed and crying with despair on her face.

Jinzai sobbed, his expression numb.

Yin Zhaotang sat on the stool with an indifferent expression, and said in a cold voice: "Huapi, bring them in."

"Got it, Brother Tang." Huapi pulled out the Kaba knife from its leather sheath, pressed it against the door, and stabbed it into the back of Huangmao's hand through the iron bars.

"what!!!"

The yellow-haired man raised his hands, his eyes full of fear, and screamed loudly.

"Soda brother."

The three younger brothers were startled when they saw Hua Pi's sharp skills, and they hurriedly took out their weapons.

"Pounce, I'm warning you, I have a knife!"

(End of this chapter)

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