Chapter 134: Bring the gear into the city to save people

Originally, everything in life was developing well.

But today Duan Yong said he would go out with his girlfriend in the evening and come back very late; the two didn't mind, after all he was their son, so they weren't at a loss.

Unexpectedly, just a moment ago, a strange man called, saying he was Xiao Ying's cousin.

He said that in the evening Duan Yong wanted to rape Xiao Ying, but they caught him.

Then they gave two options: one, bring 5000 yuan and the matter would be dropped; the other, call the police and have them arrest Duan Yong and send him to jail.

Upon hearing about jail, the old couple immediately panicked, begging the other side not to call the police and hurriedly scraping together money.

5000 yuan—if Duan Chunsheng hadn't bought a boat, they would have just gone ahead.

But now he had just bought the boat, so he didn't have that much money, and could only turn to Ye Cheng for help.

One was to see if he could lend money; the other was also to have Ye Cheng accompany him to the city to bring Duan Yong back.

After hearing this, Ye Cheng had three words pop into his head: honey trap.

It's been shown on TV so many times—what an old trick.

Someone like Duan Yong—a village worker with no money or education, not even as good-looking as me—how could a city girl possibly be interested in him? They don't even think about it.

There's no such thing as free pies falling from the sky; love at first sight is always a scam.

After Duan Chunsheng said that, tears streamed down his face as he looked at Ye Cheng and pleaded softly, "Ah Cheng, help Uncle, lend me some more money, the interest can be higher, then accompany me to bring Xiao Yong back; our whole family will be grateful to you, really."

"Yeah, Ah Cheng, lend us some more money; Xiao Yong is still young, he can't go to jail—if he does, his life is over." Duan Shen also came over, sobbing.

As for going to jail, although society keeps saying not to discriminate, not to discriminate

Ye Cheng didn't speak, considering how to explain to them.

But as soon as he stayed silent, the old couple immediately became anxious, turning their heads to look at Xiao Hu.

"Xiao Hu, help Uncle say something; Xiao Yong grew up with you guys."

Xiao Hu scratched his head embarrassedly; he really wanted to say they had just fought, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

In the village, everyone has an unwritten rule: internal disputes stay internal, but externally we must unite; although Duan Yong has had grudges with them, maybe now we should first rescue him and talk later.

Xiao Hu turned his head to look at Ye Cheng, but before he could speak, Ye Cheng waved his hand to stop him.

"Alright, Uncle, me and Xiao Hu, plus you—we three will ride motorbikes into the city."

"Ah, good, good." Hearing Ye Cheng agree to help, Duan Chunsheng was overjoyed, but then immediately glanced embarrassedly at Ye Cheng and said, "What about the money?"

"Don't worry about the money, I'll bring it; I'm going to get on the motorbike now, Uncle, get dressed and wait for me."

"Okay, okay, I'm already dressed."

"Thank you, thank you, Ah Cheng—you are truly our great benefactor."

Ignoring Duan Chunsheng's words, Ye Cheng pulled Xiao Hu out.

Walking along the road, Ye Cheng handed Xiao Hu a cigarette, with a solemn expression saying, "These people are running a scam; we might get into a fight when we go into the city."

Xiao Hu stared for a moment, "What, running a scam? Holy shit, I was wondering why you didn't say anything just now."

"Then why would we give them any money, bro?"

After that guy realized, his expression immediately changed to one eager to try.

"Screw that, bring the gear; I'll bring a fake envelope, and if things go wrong we'll call the police—this honey trap has jumped into our village, damn it." Ye Cheng was also drunk tonight, feeling especially excited in his head.

As for Xiao Hu, this internet-addicted teenager, needless to say, he slays monsters every day and has become obsessed.

The two returned to Ye Cheng's house, searched for a while, but a knife wasn't suitable—it could easily cause trouble.

Bricks are too big to carry, so we'll have to use sticks.

Ideally we'd have an iron pipe, but we don't, so each found a 20-centimeter short stick, then grabbed a bag to carry, pretending it was money.

The motorbike roared to life, and Ye Cheng pulled Duan Chunsheng and Xiao Hu along as they set off.

Three men on one motorbike—it was a bit cramped, but still acceptable.

Along the way, Duan Chunsheng asked over five times whether they had brought money, and Ye Cheng brushed him off each time.

He, however, had brought a card, just in case.

According to what Xiao Ying's so-called cousin said, the three rode their motorbike to the downstairs of a residential compound in Donghai Shi.

It wasn't the kind of commercial housing estate of later times; it was more like a fund-built housing community from the past, with hardly any security, so they just walked in.

When Ye Cheng and the others arrived, it was already past 10 p. m., and many apartments had their lights off and people were asleep.

"Hey, hey, we've arrived—the innermost doorway, third floor, right? We'll come up right away; you guys must not hurt Xiao Yong."

Duan Chunsheng and Xiao Ying's cousin spoke on the phone again, confirming the location.

The innermost doorway, third floor.

Ye Cheng looked up and saw that the third floor was a bit high, and it had anti-theft nets; if there were many people inside, jumping down wouldn't work, so they'd have to force their way in.

For now, we'll try to talk first; if that fails, we'll call the police.

The three went up to the third floor quietly, knocked on the left door, and a gruff voice came from inside.

Then with a click, the door opened; a one-meter-seven thin monkey stood sideways in the doorway, with a head of yellow hair and a tattoo of the character meaning "endure" on his arm.

In this era, tattoos exist, and anyone who mixes in the underworld likes to get one, though the aesthetic is rather hard to look at.

Most people just tattoo a single character, like the character meaning "endure" or the character meaning "dragon".

Those with a bit more money might get a blurry tiger or flower, but a full floral sleeve is too expensive.

Just looking at this scrawny yellow-haired guy with a sinister face tells you he's no good.

"Are you Duan Yong's father?" the yellow-haired guy glanced sideways at the somewhat aged Duan Chunsheng.

Duan Chunsheng bowed his waist, "Yes, I am Duan Yong's father, I've come to pick him up."

The yellow-haired guy didn't budge an inch, pointing at Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu and asking warily, "Who are these two?"

"Oh, they're from our village, they know Xiao Yong; I don't have a car, so I could only ask them to help give me a ride."

The yellow-haired guy gave a noncommittal response, sized up Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu from head to toe, then stepped aside.

Just a few short sentences, but Ye Cheng felt his heart grow heavier.

That little blond-haired guy clearly saw they had a more upright demeanor, so he asked if they were police.

It seems this gang isn't doing this for the first time; they're probably not just ordinary street thugs.

Upon entering, the small living room was filled with lingering smoke; four or five ill-intentioned youths sat on the sofa, smoking, watching the three with interest, while a few iron pipes lay on the table.

Duan Chunsheng, who had always been honest and simple, had never seen such a scene—this wasn't the gangster world from Hong Kong movies—he was instantly frightened, his legs went weak, and he left those youths unable to be pleased.