Chapter 20: Too Bullying (Part 2)

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  Before Fang Zida could react, the big gate was closed and he was tied up like a rice dumpling. He looked down at the messy pile of tickets in his arms, then at the struggling and twisting pomegranate, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. What kind of situation is this? After all the trouble, he ended up getting himself into it, this Yuan Dabao was really not reliable.

  There's no way to just leave like this, so Fang Zidao had no choice but to knock on the Yang family's door. After knocking for half a day, the door finally opened. Seeing that Yuan Dagu was nowhere to be seen, Yangduo's icy expression finally eased up, but then he saw the lychee fruit on the ground and his anger flared up again.

  He dragged Yang Du into the yard, and Fang Zida bitterly smiled as he told him what had just happened, letting him take a look at this large handful of banknotes, then pointing to the pomegranate outside the door. No matter what, let Yang Du speak up today, say something, after all, it can't be that the gods are fighting and instead get themselves involved, right?

  "Never mind, today's matter is just my bad luck! Consider it as being bitten by a mad dog." After calming down, Yang Du thought for a moment and stomped his foot, saying: "Trouble Brother Yan Ming to pass on a message, let that little rascal Yuan Keding apologize to me with a banquet another day."

  "This is no problem, Young Master Yuan will definitely be delighted."

  "Hmph! If it weren't for the sake of the great president, I would have to give him a good scolding!" Yang Du cursed loudly for a few sentences before finally making up his mind. In fact, if things were really going to be blown out of proportion, Yuan Keding, this young master, would definitely not be able to escape a family punishment. Yuan Shikai was not an easy person to talk to, and he had very strict family rules - none of the children in the household dared to disobey him. How could Yang Du, who held a relatively high position in his heart, be an exception? However, Yang Du also had his own concerns. Although he had suffered a great loss, if he were to make a big deal out of this and offend Yuan Keding, it would not do him any good in the future. Moreover, if this matter were to spread, he himself would lose face. Since Yuan Keding had apologized today and given Yang Du an opportunity to save face, Yang Du decided to let things slide.

  "Brother Qiaozi, what should we do with this person?" Fang Zidao asked, pointing at Chuzi.

  "I don't care what he does! If I didn't mind getting my hands dirty, killing him wouldn't even be enough to satisfy me!" Yang Du's eyes blazed with anger as he gritted his teeth and cursed.

  Fang Zida shook his head and said, "Can't just leave it unattended here, can we? Once daylight comes and there are more people around, I'm afraid...".

  Yang Du was stunned, thinking that if he let this person go like this, he wouldn't have such a big heart. After all, his cheek was still swollen and red, and it would take who knows how many days to heal. Today, Yuan Keding had made a mistake, but the one who had actually hit him was this blind fool. As the saying goes, "when enemies meet, they are especially angry", he couldn't just let him off so easily. But leaving him here like this wasn't a good idea either, just as Fang Zida had said, what would happen when people started coming and going at dawn? Yang Du thought for half a day but still couldn't come up with a solution.

  Furrowing his brow in thought, Fang Zidao suddenly had an idea and said in a low voice, "How about this? Tomorrow I'm going to pick someone up anyway...".

  After muttering to himself for a while, Yang Du hesitated for half a moment before finally making up his mind: "Alright! Let's do it as Jiang Ming said. I'll go make the call now!"

  Zhang Biao was locked in a dark cell, with over ten white marks on the stone wall opposite him, each mark representing every day he had spent here. That night, he was mysteriously taken from his home and brought here, Zhang Biao initially thought the police had mistaken him for someone else, shouting his innocence and calling out for help, but no one ever responded to him, until the trial when he suddenly became a killer of some Blood Light gang, getting entangled in an assassination case against the President.

  This thunder-like news scared Zhang Biao to the point of being stunned, the great president! This was equivalent to the emperor of the Qing dynasty in previous years. No matter how big Zhang Biao's guts were, he wouldn't dare do such a thing. Moreover, Zhang Biao had done nothing and didn't even know what the Blood Light Society was, let alone being involved with them. He was just an ordinary person who relied on his physical strength to perform and earn a living, how could he be related to these things?

  At first, he tried his best to defend himself, hoping that the judge would see through the injustice and clear his name. But what happened next made him unable to even cry out in protest. Someone accused him, and with one word, they pinned the label of "Blood Light Gang member" on Zhang Biao. Heaven and earth, Zhang Biao racked his brains but couldn't figure out who this person was or what grudge they held against him that they would harm him so. Next, he was subjected to severe torture in prison, and Zhang Biao, unable to withstand the pain, cried out to heaven and earth but got no response. With no way out, he had to "confess" according to their demands, and after signing his name, he was thrown into this place - a solitary confinement cell with heavy iron chains on his hands and feet. The only thing he could see when he looked up was the small window four feet above him. He knew that by admitting to such a serious crime, his days were numbered. Every day, he would make a mark on the wall, silently counting how many more days he had left to live.

  "Meal time!" A shout came, and two broken bowls were passed through the iron bars. Zhang Biao struggled to move his feet, crouched down and reached out to take them.

  When the bowl was handed to him, he saw that it wasn't a coarse bun but white rice, and there were also dishes and meat on top. Zhang Biao's tears fell instantly, his hands trembled, and he burst into uncontrollable wailing.

  "Damn it! Cry your ass off! Eat quickly, eat quickly!" The prison guard who delivered the meal scolded and muttered to himself as he walked away. Holding back tears, Zhang Biao finally picked up the two chopsticks made of tree branches and slowly swallowed the best meal he had eaten since arriving here.

  "Mother! Mother! I'm unfilial! From now on, I won't be able to serve you anymore......" The delicious food was hard to swallow, and Zhang Biao's eyes were filled with tears. He knew that this special meal was probably his last. Putting down his chopsticks, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily in the direction of his home.

  About ten minutes later, the prison guard who delivered the meal turned back and saw Zhang Biao's eyes scattered and fell to the ground. The food in front of him had only been eaten a few mouthfuls, and he scolded with displeasure: "Zhang Biao! Hurry up and eat! Finish eating quickly and get ready to leave early!"

  "Time to go... time to go... it's finally time to go..." Zhang Biao muttered to himself, suddenly perked up, and grabbed his bowl and chopsticks, shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could, thinking that no matter what, he couldn't die of starvation before reincarnation.

  Three, five, minus two. Zhang Biao put down the empty bowl and let out a satisfied belch, wiped his mouth and loudly shouted towards the outside: "Hey! I've finished eating, give me some more wine!"

  "Wine? You must be kidding! Having food to eat is already good enough, and you still want to drink wine? Even I don't get to drink!" The prison guard cursed, not even bothering to look at Zhang Biao before turning around and walking away.

  "What's going on? Didn't they say that the last meal would have dishes and wine? Where's the wine? How can there be no wine?! Embezzlement, yes! It must have been embezzled! Bullying people! This is really too much bullying!

  Zhang Biao got angrier as he thought about it, his hands grasping the iron bars as he shouted furiously: "Wine! I want to drink wine! You can't do this! Can't do this! Return my wine to me!"