Chapter 1227: Millennium Year Love Story 32

I'm on your side!

A scrawny little thug couldn't hold back, immediately darting behind Jin Chen and fiddling with the hammer in his hand.

Give me the money first!

Jin Chen casually pulled out two and gave them to him.

Holy shit… it's real!

At once, half the people switched sides, taking the money from Jin Chen's hand and standing behind him to target Zhao Weifang.

The remaining few weren't unwilling; they were afraid, and they consoled themselves that they couldn't betray their brothers for money.

Jin Chen put away his wallet, tidied his sleeves, and was eager to try.

The numbers on both sides are about even—let's fight!

The thugs' brawl was always accompanied by shouting; Zhao Weifang's long-suppressed anger finally burst out today, and the two groups fought fiercely.

Jin Chen took advantage of the chaos, specifically targeting Zhao Weifang for a beating; once he'd had enough, he straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust, and slipped out of the encirclement.

Hello, is this 110?

Yes, I want to report a crime. It seems a gang is fighting outside my shop and they've taken my hard-earned money.

Ten minutes later.

Sirens wailed as three police cars arrived from three intersections, perfectly surrounding the motorcycles with no escape.

The fighting thugs:?!!!!

Zhao Weifang was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face swollen, seeing stars, blood from a split lip flowing down his arm; in a daze he thought this was another helper Jin Chen had summoned.

I'm not afraid of you bastards! Beat them up for me!

Beat them up for me!!

Zhao Weifang was subdued by two officers who rushed over.

Jin Chen clapped, 'Thanks, police comrades, for serving the people!'

Comrade, they also stole my money.

Jin Chen thoroughly enacted the 'burn the bridge after crossing' principle, blaming the thugs who helped him beat Zhao Weifang: 'They've cleaned out the cash from my register.'

What the fuck?!

You're messing with me!

You shameless dog, actually pulling a trick!

What's the difference between this and directly provoking the police?

What the hell! Get to the station to reflect! You're all young and still playing with fights!

And! Return the money—do you think running a business is easy?

Jin Chen sighed at the right moment, 'It's tough.'

He gave it to me himself!

The thug who grabbed the money first was furious, having already planned what good cigarettes and booze to buy with it, only to have to give it back before it even warmed up!

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, hiding behind the police, muttering audibly, 'That's my wife's savings—how could I just give it to you…'

The police burst out laughing, 'People open shops to do business, not charity—why would they just hand over money to you for no reason?'

Thug gang: '…'

We also wanted to know, thinking we'd scammed a big sucker!

Everyone in the surrounding shops is watching! It's what Jin Chen gave us! the yellow-haired guy shouted again.

But the street fell silent for a few seconds, and still no one came out.

Under the police's urging, the thugs who had been randomly beaten and had helped out returned the money, and still had to be taken away for education.

Jin Chen glanced at the bruised Zhao Weifang, lazily swayed his hand, gave a silent sneer, and then watched the police cars drive off.

【Villain Blackening Value detected -2, total 38!】

Jin Chen turned around and saw Chen Zhu holding a stack of papers on the shop's steps, smiling, apparently having watched for a long time.

Jin Chen walked back slowly, stopped at the bottom of the steps, and sighed, 'Really too troublesome.'

If it weren't for the fact that everything in this town spreads easily and you can easily get lectured by Uncle Hat, a beating would be much simpler.

Chen Zhu pulled Jin Chen into the shop, latched the door with a reverse kick, and kissed his cheek, 'Very impressive.'

I'd rather you not get hurt than win against them.

Mm-hmm.

Jin Chen turned away huffily, 'Then this side too.'

After Chen Zhu finished kissing, Jin Chen shoved the wallet from his pocket into Chen Zhu's hands, 'The one you just brought doesn't need to be taken.'

Now it must be taken.

'Why?' Seeing how serious he was, Chen Zhu's curiosity flared.

Jin Chen solemnly said, 'Because I just told the police outright that this is my wife's savings.'

Then it should fulfill its most important function.

Chen Zhu laughed helplessly, poked Jin Chen's forehead and scolded, 'How dare you even lie to the police.'

No way.

Jin Chen covered his head and leaned into Chen Zhu's embrace, hugging the soft, fragrant wife and kissing her over and over, shamelessly acting spoiled.

This is called cracking down on potential criminals.

'Brother, what were you just doing?'

Chen Zhu handed him the printed paper he was holding—A4 size, each sheet showing Zhao Weifang and Li Shao in a close-up, face-to-face, in the corner of a wall.

If Zhao Weifang hadn't shown up today, I might have deleted those photos.

Chen Zhu's gaze deepened, heart aching as he gently rubbed Jin Chen's earlobe, "But he almost hurt you today."

Jin Chen leaned over the counter to take out transparent tape, "No need for brother to intervene, I'll apply it."

Loving to spread rumors and ruin people's reputations, this also lets Zhao Weifang and the Zhao family feel the suffocation of being pointed at by the whole town.

Jin Chen was agile, having stuck the tape on early and then run off, wearing a black baseball cap, so no one knew who it was.

As evening approached, not only beneath the apartment building where they lived, but also beside the shops rented out by the Zhao family, there were photos.

Yuan Li wasn't unaware of what Zhao Weifang was doing out today; Jin Chen and Chen Zhu were just nameless street vendors, unable to make waves, so it was Zhao Weifang who went to cause trouble.

As a result, not even managing to regain the face lost from previous incidents, he still caused a scene that ended up at the police station.

She was mortified, storming to the police station to fetch him back, and on the way home she walked and scolded, but her scolding was directed at Jin Chen.

"Yuan Li! Yuan Li, hurry up and come!"

The old woman speaking the local dialect shook her palm fan, her face full of oddness, occasionally glancing at Zhao Weifang while making tsk-tsk sounds with her mouth.

"Come see what your brat has done!"

The old woman led Yuan Li to the notice board.

Usually notices posted here are written by the government and residents' committee, but today they were covered by two huge photos.

Yuan Li clearly saw the person in the photo, her eyes instantly went black, lips trembling as she stiffly turned her head, "You… you!!"

"No! No…… Mom, hear me out!"

Zhao Weifang panicked, not knowing how the photo got out, he grabbed Yuan Li's hand, "Let's go home and talk about it!"

Smack!

A hard slap landed.

Yuan Li's chest heaved, unable to believe such an embarrassing thing would happen to her own son.

And everyone in this neighborhood, this town, knows about it!

"You're actually a pervert too!"

"Ah… I was wondering why you were so good to Li Shao—I gave him money because he tutors Yu Yu, you brat……"

Yuan Li, so angry she was incoherent, unsatisfied, slapped him again, her voice hoarse.

"Your brother being harassed by a pervert already embarrasses me! Now you're doing this—how am I supposed to hold my head up in this town from now on!"