Chapter 438: Who Is the Boss of Haozi Li?

Lu Cheng said that, and instantly the few people were frozen.

Especially that sharp‑tongued man, he was so taken aback that he didn't react for a long while.

"Kill, murder…"

The man's gaze toward Lu Cheng lost its earlier arrogance, even showing a hint of fear, and his foot involuntarily stepped back.

Looking for fun, after all staying in Haozi Li was truly boring, Lu Cheng also wanted to find some amusement.

"Yeah, you don't know, some family members keep bullying me, damn it, thinking I'm a good‑natured guy so they can push me around…"

Little did they know, a cornered rabbit will bite; damn it, I grabbed a kitchen knife, rushed to his house, and slashed his whole family.

"Especially that man who bullied me, guess what?"

The few in Haozi Li shook their heads together, and Lu Cheng jabbed his hand forward, causing them to recoil.

"Hey, I just slit open the belly, pulled the intestines out, and wrapped them around my neck as a scarf.

Believe it or not, damn it, it's pretty warm, warmer than the scarves sold at the State-owned Store…"

Although Lu Cheng described it casually, the blood‑soaked scene felt as if it had just happened right before our eyes.

The few couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes all showing a hint of fear.

Because they were all Speculative Profiteering thieves and pickpockets, the toughest among them was Daoban Lian, who came in after injuring someone in a fight.

A Murderer suddenly entered Haozi Li; how could anyone not be scared?

They usually squat for a few months then leave; there's no need to provoke the young guy in front of them.

Since the person has already committed a homicide, whether left or right it's a shooting, they don't care about another life.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing, the room so quiet you could hear a needle drop.

Afraid of offending the Murderer and being gutted with intestines wrapped around the neck as a scarf.

Just thinking of that scene is already nauseating.

The sharp‑tongued man earlier gradually came to his senses, hurriedly forced a smile, pointed at the washbasin and said to Lu Cheng.

"Well, my own mother could sleep on the floor; if that's not enough, you could even wash your face with my mother…"

The others also smiled at Lu Cheng in a flattering way; clearly the Boss of Haozi Li was about to be replaced.

Daoban Lian instantly became displeased, slammed the playing cards in his hand onto the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here reciting stories, still killing people? Fooling the foreign devils! If you were a Murderer, would you be locked up with us?"

Lu Cheng felt a bit embarrassed; he didn't expect there to be a clever person among them.

When Daoban Lian spoke, the others also caught on.

Indeed, murder is a grave crime, a Murderer is an extremely dangerous being; they should be handcuffed and shackled, guarded by special armed police, how could they end up in Haozi Li?

Seeing he couldn't hold it in any longer, Lu Cheng had to speak plainly: "Heh, I'm just using you all for some fun, so don't get angry."

"Fuck, get me him…"

Seeing Lu Cheng had tricked him, Daoban Lian, still never having suffered such humiliation, swung his big hand, and six henchmen rushed straight at Lu Cheng.

"You kid are pretty reckless, you even dare to take on murder, thinking we brothers are easy to fool, huh?"

"Looking for fun landed on grandpa's head, damn you, you're really fed up!"

"Beat him hard, make him vomit the rice from two years ago."

The few shouted while punching and kicking Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng didn't dodge, squatted there holding his head, letting the rain‑like fists rain down on him.

"Ah, ah, oiyo, oh, wo…"

Hearing Lu Cheng's soul‑rending cries, the few froze and glanced at each other.

They were clearly putting force into the blows, so it shouldn't be a pitiful plea for mercy; why were the cries so lewd, almost as if enjoying it?

Daoban Lian saw them pause, shouted: "No food yet, keep hitting, let him know who the Boss of Haozi Li is!"

Another round of punches and kicks; hadn't been beaten in a long time, Lu Cheng just felt his muscles loosen, quite comfortable.

Since childhood he was beaten by his father for being mischievous, his skin hardened early; later he became a disciple of Xu Erye, and being beaten turned into essential training.

Master once said, "When training martial arts, first train the tendons, skin, and bones."

Fighting one or two people relies on strength, but when fighting dozens, four limbs aren't enough; to persist you need a certain capacity to take hits.

Lu Cheng could still hold on a bit longer, but those few were about to give up.

Beating people is also a physical job; clearly the punches landing on them weren't as forceful as at the start.

"Damn it, I can't go on, you keep beating, I'll drink some water and rest."

One of them reached for a cup, but Daoban Lian kicked him, startling him into returning to beat Lu Cheng.

They fought for a while longer, but the few were truly exhausted; staying in this cell, never exercising, and barely getting enough food—just thin broth and little water—left them with no strength.

The few stood there panting heavily; seeing they stopped, Lu Cheng released his hands from his head and slowly stood up.

Swinging his wrist, he mockingly said without restraint: "You guys are still weak, not even as strong as my sister's hand."

After fighting so long, Lu Cheng was completely unharmed, which left the few utterly astonished.

"You… wait a moment, let us catch our breath first…"

"Exactly… if I don't beat you into calling me 'dad', I'll take your surname."

Lu Cheng laughed: "Then you're really unfilial, daring to hit even your own father…"

Hearing Lu Cheng's arrogant words, the man froze briefly, then raised his fist to smash, but this time…

Before the fist could hit the other's nose, his own body was launched into the air.

"Thump"— his back slammed onto the Iron Bunk Bed, nearly breaking it, and a piercing pain shot through his back, a muffled groan, and he fell to the ground, unable to rise.

Seeing this, Daoban Lian hurriedly sat upright.

Lu Cheng rubbed his wrist and said: "You've had enough, now it's my turn to hit."

As the words fell, the other five people burst out like torn bags, flying to all four corners of the room, and the wailing cries never ceased.

Daoban Lian's eyes widened; seeing his subordinates beaten, all covering their stomachs and curled on the ground, he immediately smashed his fist onto the bed board and leapt down from the bed.

"You bunch of trash, I'm coming! Ah…"

Daoban Lian shouted while raising his fist and charging forward, but soon his roar turned into a soul‑shattering "Oh~".

Looking down, he saw his left chest being grabbed.

As Lu Cheng increased the force in his hand, Daoban Lian let out another soul‑shattering cry.

"Oh~"

Lu Cheng asked, "Who is the Boss of this Haozi Li?"

"You, you, oh—, lighter…"